Don't Violate

[Intro] ("How many, how many talk that shit" repeated throughout the intro) Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy Yeah, yeah it's going down You know what I'm sayin'? A lot of times we use the word bitch That goes for niggas and hoes Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit Here's what you do [Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)] Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep) And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) [x4] [DJ Paul] Now niggas man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies When we step up in the club, niggas they play dead Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs Y'all niggas nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT! [Juicy J] I ain't playin' wit' you niggas I'll put my hands on you niggas My foot will stand on you niggas I thought you knew we pull triggers So why you testin' me bitches You must be tryin' to get stitches All on your forehead, you're cold dead For fuckin' wit' pimpin' I'll take the back of a gun Hit you, you startin' to run Split you wit' two fuckin' halves You mad runnin' your tongue I ain't no ho that be likin' Bustin' and fightin' and bitin' I'm like a Tennessee Titan Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch! [Hook] [Crunchy Black] See I'm quick wit' the pistols Shootin', ain't missin' If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister I ain't gon' miss ya I'mma go and split ya No evidence, witnesses, no pictures Talk that shit bro Told you I'mma get ya Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard [Frayser Boy] Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death Real niggas, yeah we is, you can come and find out Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa [Hook]