Beatem To Da Floor - Three 6 Mafia
Artist : “Three 6 Mafia”
Song title : “Beatem To Da Floor”
Download MP3 : Three 6 Mafia - Beatem To Da Floor .mp3
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dj paul
So this is what im a do man
You know what im sayin
Im a get each of you niggaz
You know what im sayin
from the bay by the b-ball piece
When you see this nigga
You know what im sayin
I want yall to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what im sayin
Beat his motha fuckin ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass
Juicy j
See this how ass kickin get down
Your boys get
Beat down!
Your bitches get
Beat down!
Your brothers get
Beat down!
Your mothers get
Beat down!
Your cousins get
Beat down!
And any nigga that try to clown we leavin em on the ground
Cuz we stomp a hole
Until his ass throw up
And after that
Them signs is gettin thrown up
Im answer to the right
Im answer to the left
We snatchin your chain and check
Your pockets till nothin left
Crunchy black
Im a crunk this nigga though
Treat em like a hoe
Ask these lil bitches what the fuck they hittin for
Crunchy aint a hoe
And crunchy cant go
And
Crunchy aint a nigga that you wanna fuck with low
If you didnt know
Then nigga you can know
Then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor
Ima break it down slow
And fill you up with dro
And smoke a little that till i
Cant smoke no more
Im gon whoop this nigga
Im gon whoop this nigga
Im gon take it outside click click boom! with the trigger
Im gon rob this boy
Im gon mob this boy
Im gon call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy
Chorus
We gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor
Lord infamous
You dont know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you
Ill beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion
from tripple six bone rushin
You all beat up and busted
You shouldnt have pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy
You yellin for you mommy
And people think its funny
Quit tryin to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and
Your clothes are ripped and tackin
You thought that you could hack it
You shouldnt have wore that jacket
Cuz i wreck it
Smith and west and my weapon
We steppin
To let the still meet your chest and
Dont play with these killers
They come from those parts
The north where niggaz be pullin
The whole cart
So mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets dont die
Nigga they multiply
Im gon whoop this nigga
Im gon whoop this nigga
Im gon take it outside click click boom! with the trigger
Im gon rob this boy
Im gon mob this boy
Im gon call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy
Chorus