I Ain't Goin(A Hustler's Theme)-Three 6 Mafia

(Lord Infamous) Sound the alarm Infamous comes From the slums Lookin' them done Within' they pump Cough the thoughts B**ches are numb Niggas they run All of my guns Droppin' a fuss Filish the wound B**ches are doom At high noon Billy the Kid Splatter his wig Without a clue Niggas get blue Off they shoes What's up dead fool I got my tools Don't get the rules It's up to you What will you do Here comes the rat Here comes the tat Hit 'em with bats Chop off they a** Blow up the gats Don't hit a mack Infamous packed Down for a jack Ready to buck Wantin' to f**k Testin' my nuts You will get stuck Down in the rut Fillin' the slugs Empty your gut All on the rug All in the dug All on my mug They will pay When I'm comin' with the shanks And my dank And the chains (Koopsta Knicca) Fallin' up and down the street Lookin' for some sh*t to creep Niggas knowin' my bogus tags And they pull up they gangsta setts They knowin' bout my roll Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard And dumpin' trick in a ditch That's my hobby cause I ain't ready In the bushes where I hang But you want to be a wild thang And throw yo a** up on my face Now I got your little monkey a** No I'm not a scapula So try to break it off with the rest of your dough On the verge with the rest of yo bag I will hide you in the streets Which will die or bleed elite Watch yo body hit the street They never know where they say where you lay No one knows your damn face But I do and that's a fact Come play the game of pitty pat I thought you on the railroad track Slice yo head and leave you dead Chorus I'm takin' care of my mothaf**kin' business I ain't goin' b**ch Savin' none of ya hoes will never be... (Juicy "J") Ain't no f**kin' negotiatin' When the nines cocked Don't get yourself in a situation Straight to a pinebox I think it's time for meditation To all this crime stop Three 6 known for demonstratin' For makin' bodies drop Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie Like the movie Scream These niggas don't say nothing to me Cause I be lookin' mean And if you stick a knife right through me Cut through my bloodstream You hoes a** niggas better kill me Cuase fool this ain't no dream I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy Straight out the institution Like a mafia member pay me They know there nothin' to it To leave my house lazy And throw her in a sewer The 97 you can't fade me When I got something to do with it (DJ Paul) Now we got some killas in the house When you claim you couldn't tell Do I need to leave it here? Budda,Budda,Budda To leave your a** convinced Or do we need to put some kick dose on you f**ky hoes Mack 10's and 12's rebel WE got this under control And when we call this type of deal It's a splash party When them brains Make it to the walls Yellin DJ polly ollie all Watch yo pass Watch me grass From my stash Rip off the mask And then all you hoes will all cash And then we poppin all this essence Then we passin all the poors and smashin da lexus I takin care my mothafukin buisnees i ain't goin b**ch savin none of you hoes will ever be x3