M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)

Crunchy Black, La Chat, Koopsta Knicca, Lord Infamous, M.C. Mack, T-Rock, Juicy J, DJ Paul, Project Pat

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Finally, I got all real niggas on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggas that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From here to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Caine slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga
Dro puffer, cheese copper, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide, we brutal
The Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds with a fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fool violatin' the business he ain't wit'
And now in 2000 he talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool

[Bridge]
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya

[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
You can believe this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on
No half steppin', I gots the weapon, a Boom! Boom!
I'm blastin' at ya, I'm out to get ya - believe that!
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga

[Verse 5: La Chat]
No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let ya slide, with the shit that ya done
I got my blues on what I do to show you who the fuck number one
I shot that bitch without no conscience, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no wonder that I can't handle, keep that tone in my draws
This ain't no threat, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone be easy

[Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca]
Man a bitch'll take that lil rat out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah, we can do it, take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that gets my muh'fuckin' dick hard

[Verse 7: T-Rock]
Gather the Mac-11's and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the Expedition
No set of niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, busta damager
Toss that bitch over the bannister, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you when drinkin' Absolute

[Verse 8: MC Mack]
I woke up early Saturday morning, cellullar phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch, a cop, or is it them robbers?
Plottin' MC Mack off in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a lemon lame nigga no part of my cheese, gon' reach the ceilling fan
You can catch me in that purple that thang, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me and provoke me, best believe you'll bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason, when it's time to get dirty nigga bet I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your last breath, all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

[Verse 9: DJ Paul]
These bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Gon' fuck around with HCP and get yo ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for yo mayates
Koop with double clips and duct tape, and wicked w-iz-ays
Anna I prefer it, keep me busy in my free time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why
Gave you second thoughts about that business, you didn't finish right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta eat so this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
It's CP nigga it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
It's CP nigga it's CP, nigga HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga

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Wann wurde das Lied “M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)” von Three 6 Mafia veröffentlicht?
Das Lied M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix) wurde im Jahr 2000, auf dem Album “Underground Vol. 3: Kings of Memphis” veröffentlicht.
Wer hat das Lied “M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)” von Three 6 Mafia komponiert?
Das Lied “M.E.M.P.H.I.S. (Remix)” von Three 6 Mafia wurde von Crunchy Black, La Chat, Koopsta Knicca, Lord Infamous, M.C. Mack, T-Rock, Juicy J, DJ Paul, Project Pat komponiert.

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