Yeah
Yeah
We ain't playin' wit cha
We ain't playin' wit cha
Step yo ass up
What chu wanna do
Get yo ass knocked down
What chu wanna do
Get ready
What chu wanna do
Three six mafia... mafia
Let's go (wassup)
Yeah
We ain't playin' wit cha
It's goin' down
It's goin' down (screams)
Chorus (X2)
We gon hit em wit da left, hit em wit da right
We gon hit em wit da left, hit em wit da right
It's a fight it's a fight head busta head busta
It's a fight it's a fight head busta head busta
Verse 1
See I'm the king of the ring ring
Ring the bell and I'm comin out swing swing
Swingin' left swingin' right till they ding ding
He hit da ground bounce up like a spring spring
Hit em again now like a birdie start to sing sing
Bright lights cameras flashing like bling bling
He started seeing things now I got em heads and knees
on the floor crawl up to the corner crying
I'm the man there's no defeating
The ground you will be eating
I'm ready sharp non stop this is easy
Put em out da game like his name is Milli Vanilli
Chorus (X2)
Verse 2
Here we go again wit these cowards that be haters
Jealous of da three six cause we gettin our paper
We'll whoop yo ass thought you knew we don't care about
Noise talkin' fools get yo denture teeth knocked out
We don't be playin when it come to handlin business
Hit cha we dat one hitter quitter solid fistes
And we take your corners and we shutting down your trap spot
Kickin down yo door and we stomp you like a jauggernaught
Call the police when you hear that we comin through
Eyes stay red from the liqour and the zuzus
We'll beat ya down anybody wanna step up
Better say yo prayers you gon get yo face messed up
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comChorus (X2)