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Voices in them trees
These are the things
They help me vision
This even more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
finna go stee
We gon' play suicidal to go slappin' through the window
Somethin's creepin' up slow
It was a Lotus
Read about a hoe
Someone is pimpin' on the women
Who gon' want to cross my rules, attention
Not only was you weenie
Need another nigga drivin'
I stopped the car
Said do you want to buck em'
Rough Koopsta
Shirt I know your hurt
Take the bridge back
Take a bag with them slugs
Sad to see your gone son
Devils in your Cribs
It's the coulda me dree z's
Koopsta got em' scared
Make prophet me
See that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch

Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas run up jump, jump
Got'cha make ya pump, punk
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches tremblin, shaking
bok bok, Chicken
Mafioso rule boy
And me will act a fool boy
And me don't give a damn
If your fuckin' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best slide
Lord Infamous don't waste time
When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
Like some new used confetti
Astronomical Triple 6
Writes spaces on top of asteroids
Comin' to rip up the shore
We killin' the fool
So act a fool boy

Chorus x4
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(shoot his ass down to the concrete)

How long gon' go deep
In the North
When niggas stay drunk
And smoke on newports
From on my streets
Wit all only peeps
I used to scratch
And throw down beats
I made a mix
With real deep bass
The noise I had to be slangin' tapes
DJ in this shit try to make that shit
Tone be speakers that stack they crates
Studio 9 was the place to be
Where all jocks were tryin' to get
The chance get on the tape
Bein' a fool
Keep tryin' i'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
When niggas are buckin'
I'm still gonna dance
The third a fool
Who slip and fall
We took the club
And show no love
Just throwin our fist
And gettin' refunds
They might wanna fight
Later on the night
Cause Memphis playas don't give a fuck
Security junk
We smack the punks
For throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt
The number ones on
It just came on
And now it's time to fuckin' stomp

Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house
It's the peel yo
Motherfuckin' stand back
Cause they fuckin' still low
On your fuckin' ass
We can't fuckin' brag
Cause we comin' up
Robbers on my ass
Should I blast
Cause they runnin' up
Maybe it's my premadin'
No present turn to yo
With the sayin'
Saw your nine
Boy I call that kick door
I stick those
Bitches in my trunk
And now we back to my hood
Don't want the left they die yet
But he wishin' he would
Wasn't in the mood
For this bunk shit
But these niggas had to creep
That boy they stupid
I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out to the club
We gotta get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet Posse
Ya'll know we make em' stomp

Chorus x4