"Hypnotize Cash Money" lyrics - THREE 6 MAFIA

[Intro: Baby:]
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out
With the Hot Boys and the Tear Da Club Up Thugs
Like this
Riding on twenties
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do this

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch
Y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
A clip is rolled in my sock, im hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners, hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
Leapin tall buildings in a single bounce still I see them lights
Hear me this if I go I better go in style
But in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts

[Verse 2: B.G. and Lil Wayne]
Fuckin with me huh? You fuckin with the wrong one
That fire spit from my K have your brains cooked well done
Now hold up B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
Is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug spot?
Lil killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin up a nigga cheezay
Get em out and shut that bitch down
Huh? Well lets ride nigga
We gettin high, red eyes, they all die nigga
Them Hot Boys started ridin
We gonna fire nigga wet em real good
Wave your hand rid-a-bye-bye-bye nigga
Shut down they hood and shoot they streets on both sides nigga
We the Hot B. lighters
Ridin at nighters in two red Vipers
They gonna expect two snipers splittin heads like this
Puttin they clique in a blender bustin gats like this
Full of that danger in all black like this
Hot Boys and Three Six klick-klack like this, what?

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Soze Lord 'cause the weak competitors come on a regular
Intruders face these barracudas hundred wicked predators
Double barrel bust that warned them
Now they surely scared of us
Seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
(Tear da club up!)
Cowards of the hour sickened by my tower flower power
Shower and devour face the boom boom boom power
Tear da Club up Thugs kickin it with the Hot Boys
'Cause our weapons weigh a ton and we came to bring the noise bitch

[Verse 4: Turk]
I'll wet a nigga block for anything me and my Hot Boy clique
Quick to dress in all black and drop a nigga like shit
Two time on a thug nigga, bout it since my younger days
Been pullin triggers, been runnin thru the hallways
Playin it raw sparkin at anytime
Any place any where with my fuckin 9
I got an army of niggas with automatic gats
Bout splittin head ass niggas Craig, Ron, and Randy
Hot Boys and Three 6 they teamed up realer
Wanna start beef its a must we freeze it up realer

[Verse 5: Juvenile]
Strangle the trigger, and you a nigga now who did it?
Motherfucker no stomach they too scary to admit it
Rearview mirror fucked up so I can't see when they coming
Yesterday I got spooked out and drew down on an old woman
I told the lady "Look I'm sorry Miss I knew I was wrong
But you came so fuckin close to me I thought it was on."
That's why my partners is gone,they didn't see the evil approaching
And a nigga got em if it was me I would have smoked him
Stop all the snorting 'cause he couldn't catch no drain
Now motherfuckers sticking syringes in his veins
Shitty pampers and tampons found all around by the dumpster
Wrapped up in a garbage bag they found a innocent youngsta
I'm an all around hustla get paid in many ways
Knew a Dre to get played, had a connection with Yae
Once before I went in a house and killed four
Hit the nigga for thirty whole that he kept under the floor
Now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them birds
Niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd

[Verse 6: Juicy J]
Its the Juice comin up out the dark (dark) from apart
North Memphis niggas always hard (hard) and we start
Weak ass cowards, playa haters (haters), we ain't no traitors
Bustin hustlas and some G's chasers (chasers) about that paper
Pass that weed if you a friend of me (me)
You see Big Triece kill a fifth of Hennesey (-sey)
And get bucked wild in the club thats how we be (be)
All you gang niggas throw them thangs and show them teeth (teeth)
Its on

[Verse 7: Baby]
Niggas be sizin niggas ridin I'll sign on niggas
But I'll die for a few niggas:
Suga Slim, Manny, and my Hot Boy Clique
Never forget my B.G. 'cause I know he'll kill a nigga ma for me bitch
But today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
Where these Tennessee ho suck dick till they see blood
Wearin my black glove, in case I gotta bust a niggas head cuz
Niggas buyin Bentlies on dubs, TV's with VC's is a must
Automatic strap plus, and keep my soldiers on my feet no matter what
Juve got four and B.G. got ten, while my thirty-two golds nigga we all in
Turk got the red beam team, double R Rolls Royce showin love
Went to Miami and bought a Lambergini on dubs
Niggas ridin buttons to show these hoes we worth somethin
And my baby momma the bitch play too many games
Said she was takin pills now she pregnant again (for the third time)
But its all gravy baby
And my children gonna be straight
If I'm blind deaf or crazy baby
Playboy you can believe that
And these Memphis playaz, Tear da club up

[Outro: B.G.:]
How you luv it now playboy? Manny Fresh on the motherfuckin tracks boy

[Outro: DJ Paul:]
Yo yo yo Hypnotized motherfuckin Mindz productions up in here you heard me?
Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin 6 bitch (echoes)