Letras:
Three 6 Mafia Da End

: Chorus Destruction terror and mayhem Pass me a..... (koopsta knicca) Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guy I got the nine on my side But

powder your nose We grabbin' big bitches Or sometimes we kick it We breakin' the season We breakin' our streets in We breakin' out sick cause i make em' up stick Triple 6 mafia

muthafuckin dick that Feeds you. Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple fuckin 6

stayin' Gotta have a lady that wanna do what i do Likes skippin'work or love cuttin' high school Servin' all the playas in the three 6 mafia Camcorder

dodge ya'll All i want is you to come and walk along with me Three 6 mafia and killa klan kaze He's in to hang the three Is what the angel said to me

All up in my trunk [m child] Dynamite i'm tossin Hatas crossin Its da end bitch U runnin into bullet proof Hoe, we still da triple 6 Prophet to da p

: (lord infamous) I felt the need for the weed The smoke of game They set the cheese Just for me The (?) p-urity The b to the u Da da da d The weed Get

: Chorus I represent where them killaz hang (lord infamous) The ganja i'm chokin' The laws'll get broken The pussies are open The killas is scopin'

honey, gotta work u in da peer, niggers takin all tha money. In da back of a black Cadillac suckin Jack, lickin Jill with tha X Pills, tryin to clean like cataraxs. Sittin in da