I Told 'Em

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah, Hypnotize Minds! Three 6 Mafia Ya, you niggas wanna motherfuckin play nigga Don't go by the Terrance playing no motherfucking TV show or movie nigga Lookin to test me sucka? I'll show you niggas where motherfuckin tears come from nigga From the motherfuckin haze of these niggas guns right here boy! It's goin down! [Hook x2: D.J. Paul] I told 'em (x5) I showed 'em (x5) I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be [Verse 1: D.J. Paul] Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show Young ho, gun let go, I've been gung-ho Run yo' click clean out of that shit Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin with? D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it Prayin' when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em They called bullets and they burn just like a oven And we can do it however, it ain't no use to play Fire on a nigga like they used to say, ya [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street I don't need nobody else, whip you by myself One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf But you can't, cause you need a crew, extra fist or two Only one might really shoot, but that is not you And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up If you real nigga what the deal, Take some weed or pills Maybe thinkin' get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel You a joke, and a fuck nigga, can't stand yo' grind But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown Bitch! [Hook]