"Land Of The Lost" lyrics - THREE 6 MAFIA

[Hook: Project Pat]
Deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla (scrilla)
Deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla (scrilla)

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
To start it off I'm the motherfuckin lady about her cheese
While you other human beings out there livin' fo' free
Kinda quick to tell you what I'm gonna get and it be true
At the end of the rainbow nigga, I thought you knew
'Cause I'm stayin' on my hustle don't forget I'm on the green
Got a pocket full of money not no stones know what I mean?
Don't get mad 'cause yo ass livin' broke, fuck that
Get up off yo lazy ass, get about yo fuckin' scratch

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I'm chasin Franklin wit' my Triple 6 thugs
'Cause we was sinners I get deeper
I'm still comin up with lint livin in a tent
Some shit gotta change It ain't the same (it ain't the same)
And its plain to see I ain't the same man
Beat a bitch, Rob a ho
Kickin' does from doe to doe
Prophet posse never sloppy
Clean you out from roof to flo'
I'm startin to thinkin' raisin my heartbeat
To never be rich
Bout to change my whole format
'Cause of this petty shit

[Hook: Project Pat]
Deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla (scrilla)
Deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla (scrilla)

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
It's on! Why you shakin whatcha wanna do
I gotta 357 brand new shootin holes through
Niggas skulls fool Lets get da dope and drop it off
And count them G's and smoke some cheese
It pays to break the law
My cousin creepin all them graded boys gonna hook us up
To make a grip on that white shit that we don't see or touch
Fuck what you talkin about? We slangin Nigga
By any means, you wanna stop the team we pull the Trigga

[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
Red Red Go away! Koopsta nigga wanna play
Leave me here, chiefin' hay, standin till the last day
You can let me wear a briefcase in my situation
So many smilin faces about the devil that's in me racin'
Place in here's a motherfucker, my nigga, I tell ya what
When I was in the jail while my killa was in da cut
All because of this high powered, coward busta that I hit up
Musta been in love, wanna fill me with slugs

[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
It''s Crunchy Black, Crunchy Black on da creep nigga
How you niggas out here gonna laugh and fuckin giggle?
When I'm gettin bigga and bigga, bigga than a fuckin picture
Picture me in yo dreams when I'm out to fuckin getcha
Hit ya fo' ya dividends and fled from da fuckin case
Don't drop no pieces so I, won't catch a case
Make a mistake in dis game and man you'll hafta pay
Deep in the jail cell or holding cell, never see the day

[Hook: Project Pat]
Deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla (scrilla)
Deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game
Tryin ta stack some change
Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas
Niggas all about they damn scrilla (scrilla)