Project Pat - Smoked out, Loced out lyrics

[Background samples] Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia Smoked out, loced out [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Woke up early Tuesday morning on that Devil Shyt (?) hit the track, I got a sack, now where is Triple 6? Ridin' through the park tryin' to find a n***a at the store Cheese is what I'm makin' cause I'm wakin' up (?) floor If you think I'm lyin' or you think that you can test nuts Paul with da .45 shoot him in his f**in' guts (?) insane in the brain, all aboard on the train Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta stop, get a pack Now I'm high, really high, mane I'm about the South South Park, Gangsta Blac, Triple 6, smoked out Loced out! [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] ... Triple 6 times the six thousand degrees The Triple 6 Mafia droppin' the weight on yo a** Like a million OZ.s Ya see, the J, the O, the I-N-T Lord Infamous smokin' these n***as Like a f**in' terrorist from third world countries I need to break down a pound like I load up this C-L-I-P A busta, a busta, could never, could never Fu-f** with, fu-f** with-with me Lord the G, the slippin' up chief up on the ganja tree They wish to approach the Scarecrow in the smoke But they can't miss fatality See the movies, Scarecrow, Gotti, Carlito, Montana and Hoffa All of us down with the Triple 6 Mafia, b**h [Verse 3: Project Pat] (Murderers, robbers) n***as with some charges n***a you don't underestimate cause we don't barr this Bullsh**, Triple 6, b**h I got a sawed-off Walk up to yo house, knock on yo door and blow yo a** off Cut off, fool, that's yo head with these buckshots Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked *POP POP* till you drop, body lit up like a fuse Head back to the hood then watch you on the news Confused as hell when you ball in the click But that's what you get when you f** with the Triple 6 b**h! [Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] (?) snitch, don't you tr-izzn-icks wanna f** my style Bloody Glock handed to yo face (?) 'em down I don't love hoes man I'm aimin' at yo skull Dickin' and duckin' from bullets won't help When I pull out the twelve gauge and leave him in blood Brandnew (?) better catch up with yo kind You was slippin' now I see a Triple 6 in my mind [Verse 5: Juicy J] North Memphis n***as, Triple 6 n***as Real a** k**as, quick to pull the trigger And not barrin' no b**h and not takin' no sh** Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip Click up on yo hoe a**, leave you lyin' in the gra** Kaki suits, black mask, n***a I'm about to blast On these motherf**ers thinkin' that Juice mane is a joke Tryin' to test my pimpin', f** around and get yo a** smoked Claim you with that Devil Shyt, come and join the Triple 6 Don't cross the line b**h and get yo wig split [Verse 6: DJ Paul] First I grab the pump and pump, shoot a punk n***a down Clown like a f**in' psychopath to them Triple 6 sounds M-Town (?) k**as (?) squeeze on the triggers Trigger the k**a Man (?) in the mind of another figure Figure out (?) devil confront you in Transform into a friend and no takin' life (?) Hands of the earth, hide secrets of your birth How you live is how you die but in the M we all (?) You (?) b**h motherf**er, rumors startin' trick Sissy a** side bustas, s** a n***a dick Dick deep in the mouth of a talkin' a** coward n***a you a duck and named oughta be Howard And how would a regular n***a survive against them 6ixes? You dumb fakin' b**hes, don't get dumped in ditches Lord Infamous bust, biggidy-bust on these bustas Take 'em out, we smoked out, we loced out [Outro: DJ Paul] Yeah you know I'm sayin' You n***as can't fu*k with the Triple 6! b**h [Beavis & bu*thead sample] *haha* "you dumb a**"