Body Parts

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah! Scale-A-Ton Wuh, and we Da motherfucking Mafia Six Classic shit, Body Parts, who we got in this motherfucker? Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, Lord Infamous, Crunchy Black La Chat, Locodunit, Lil Wyte, Skinny Pimp, JGrxxn Kokoe, Point Blank, Project Pat WHAT? (Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe? Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe, wit' it doe) And I know y'all didn't think I was gonna leave my boy Juicy J out this motherfucker [Verse 1: Juicy J] Juicy J I keep them shooters They gun you down cause I say so Talking all that tough shit Now what the fuck you niggas scared for? Lay up off that action They don't do no rapping Ain't got shit to lose they grab them choppers and start clapping Pull up at your moma house, everybody is a victim Nigga we don't leave no witness, we be gone on a mission Gone, now you going to miss, them choppers on them snow pistols Couple hundred rounds gunned you down, shit's just like some missiles Many of these niggas ain't straight, niggas ain't getting no cake Niggas ain't flipping no weight, niggas just getting in the way 40 you say say, try me, make my day Point them guns your way and now you ain't got no face Oh we in the game and them niggas that focus on somebody that playin' with yall so gucci My nigga I stunt, I will snatch up your dollars When I'm in the club I got 100 bottles You hating ass niggas you ain't got no spine They run up on my watch, so I can't watch no time Not only a threat, I'm also the best You gon' have to learn to accept it like death [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Which one of you fuck niggas wanna test me Real goon, will beat, they gone call the police Siren sounds, keep this bitch up out this ho I had to show [?] North Memphis beatdown, caught em on the rebound Death Tone, Funky Town, right now gun sound Dead men, broke bars, more to get pulled apart Koopsta too hard, my god, body parts, body parts [Verse 3: Skinny Pimp] Chrome 40 mag, when you got 'em stuck Ran through the hood, then you ran for the door Got a whole lot of bands but it's not for sale Real street niggas don't hide here Ducking and dodging the cops and shit [?] But it bounce right back at big Mafia six They can't keep Skinny Pimp in this bitch With DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Scarecrow, Crunch' and Koop We breaking the law, damn they down my door, it's a fact y'all We turning it up, put to hood [?] All of us gots a plug Niggas ain't got no money but still trying to fuck with us [Verse 4: Lil Wyte] And I got that thang changed, I hope you ready for what has begun Dumped all this body parts in my trunk, and I did that there just for fun Paul told me a long time ago "This tape will come" And it's finally here I got blonde hair, blue eyes, [?] my german blood is that pure Now I'm all the way gone ho when you need this shit Get blessed like you done sneezed or some shit I'm starting a new religion and The Scarecrow will be my beacon bitch Mafia for life with me, my third I will always see a six I'm fully involved will all of this, it's Lil Wyte till I'm deceased bitch [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] I'm all about my business, I'm all about my bread Shoot these motherfuckers head in the head I'mma make sure all you motherfuckers dead Catch a nigga slipping, hit him with the bat Duct-Duct tape them, that's what I said Check from over there, look up under the bed All a nigga came for was motherfucking bread Mafia Six in this motherfucking bitch [Verse 6: La Chat] La Chat bitch, I'm wrecking shit Bitch talking, texting and shit [?] [?], respect this bitch Lips still in my game mane, right hand's my gun hand Fucked up, we getting fucked up, that bull shit, fuck you say? Bodies we be slaying, fuck you we dump them in your trunk No remorse for all these haters, run them down like Forest Gump Crestwood is my hood, and I rep it all day I'm the madest desert eagle till the twos wanna play [Verse 7: Project Pat] Pat'aahh Chopper on the floor, work on the stove Loud to my lips, smoke out my nose All these bands, I be jugging on my hustle, on my grind You get fucked up little pussy with my fingers on this nine Cut the grass like a lawnmower, like a rake Faught you niggas like Django, quick as a snake Anything for the money, [?] With the pistols upside your head I'm like death checkmate Project like the Rolexs and them Breitlings Duffel bag full of motherfucking dead white meat Told your bitch pussy [?] But I smashed on the ass like [?] [Verse 8: Locodunit] Ready for 09's, ain't got a role model You fuck with my high, you're not going to roll right Breaking two gold bottles, hang with the real Chill with the real robbers, killers and pill poppers We cuffing that shit and them niggas that steal choppers Fuck you feel about this? Real lane Scale-A-Ton tatted from my arm, drawn in my palms Kush inbetween my index and my thumb, exhale from my lungs Load the Tommy Gun, split the tongues, kill them one by one Dump all the body parts into my trunk [Verse 9: Point Blank] Didn't give a fuck about yesterday, don't give a fuck today And tomorrow I'm probably going to feel the same fucking way They love you when I hit it, hate me when I miss it So much yack in system you can smell it when I'm pissing I smoke like a broke down engine, I love my money like I love my women Let me show you how to whip it, let me show you how to pack it Let me show you how to sell it, let me show you how to stack it Pillow talking with these rest might get you excited But don't let the pillow talk get you green lighted Now I'm in the mix with the Mafia Six, but I breathe H-Town I'mma die coalition, coalition Told you once, told you a million motherfucking times I'm like a shredder, don't get caught up in my fucking grind Mix me with that shit, it's the wrong night Body parts, hope it's them bitch niggas I don't like [Verse 10: JGRXXN] Monkey ass niggas sit banana clips (aye) And water niggas 'bout to make me click (them) Fucking with the Six catch a hollow tip I never go, never without my click Ana for you niggas to the grizzle And niggas think they superman, so you can get your issue Six million ways to put them in the trunk JGreen on the scene, put the body parts in dump [Verse 11: Kokoe (DJ Paul)] I’m the hardest Mexican, out of west L.A Talk that shit your body end up in the fucking bay All I listen to is Eazy and N.W.A Now I'm riding with the Mafia, homie here to spray Numb killers, drug dealers, cap-pealers And hoes that never catch feelings Cut the check, I cut your neck, put you in a body bag Because your boy never ever ever have respect for a snitch Nah bitch (Don't want it) Nah bitch (Don't want it) Nah, nah, nah, nah (Don't want it) (Scale-A-Ton advocates, Scale-A-Ton advocates, you don't want nothing bitch) [Verse 12: Lord Infamous] It's the murder chainsaw massacre Unleash the corpse attacking ya I'm leaking them like dracula The bullets get on smacking ya The ammo enter front then it coming out the back of ya I got a butcher blade, it's getting 'phrenic when I'm stabbing ya Dagger detachin'-ous, sledge hammer smash ya up Put on the gas and light a match with your ass combust I am Lord Infamous, I do not take prisoners Mission to enter you, decrease your temperature Serial killer, wicked voodoo minister Scorpion, sometimes I'm Dr. Kevorkian Shoot you in the porcelain, and give me [?] Ghetto went corporate, Illuminati ornament [Verse 13: Gangsta Boo] All these fake ass hoes in my face, we ain't cool But back with the Six, now I'm getting the bitches [?] Unexpected gather, bitches shaking We would like you shot your own self in the basement Rule up in Memphis, so I'm kinda crazy I don't give a fuck about what they saying Hashtag that shit, put them in the river Muddy Mississippi we some stone cold killers [Verse 14: DJ Paul] Yeah, the Chump is here I'm about to come out swinging [?] from me, what was they thinking? What the fuck [?] niggas be drinking I'm too deep in the game [?] [?] you out of sequence I put your head on a secret, I make you start bleeding I leave your ass stinking without me even fucking blinking I'm harder than hard, don't fuck with the god I come from a part where niggas don't starve, where niggas they in Don't give a fuck about friends, them niggas hit in I leave them leaking, and that there is a bad end My gun don't give a fuck about illegal when I pull the trigger It don't care if you even a fucking nigga This pussy shit is unacceptable, don't test my testicles I'm pointing [?], and leaving you niggas vegetables With being Francis Jackson is the only way I got two faces Had them sharp bullets going up and taking two faces Niggas got my name on their tongue like they shoe laces I lace you niggas with revolver bullets and leave no traces Leave them up [?], mouth full of civil well Put the price on your head, now my goons are millionaire [?] I don't give a fuck about care, so I never care I'm a millionaire so the traphouse like [?] Nah I'm lying, I still celebrate A gun from the hip, so I still sell a bitch Run around in a row with my nose in that shit, trick With hella guns, big guns, you really want some? I'm not sane, I'm insane, my guns go rappa-bam-bam And I bum on these bitches [?] Where the fuck I'm coming from [?] Bitch! Fuck you motherfuckers I'm out of here I'm going to the bar