Three 6 Mafia - Grab The Gauge lyrics

[Hook: (4x)] Grab my guage and then erase Grab my guage and then erase Ride up on the street And put some n***as in the front page [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Naughty naughty motherf**ers get the feelin' ah this sh** This sh** so funky comes way under n***a grounds are Triple 6 I'm smokin' out, I'm livin' large, I keep you hatas out my face Yo life is over motherf**a, when I grab ahold that guage My n***as from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game I'm chargin' n***as daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid You hoes can't f** wit me I'm flowin', showin', hoes I ain't no hata Comin' strictly from the South-side gettin' greater later Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next You s**as need to grow up out that kiddy sh** Quit fakin' just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia Coming nine-six, to two G b**h Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib sh** Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams Now where you gon' go? You can't hide your life is over kid, It's time for the k**in' Cause you have f**ed up wid the wrong a** b**h [Hook 4x] [Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J] [DJ Paul] Man this n***a k** me tellin' these people that he's about to go nationwide When he gotta drop his tapes of his self Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride [Juicy J] I saw the motherf**a standin' out in front ah Best talkin' about, bout my tape The n***a talk about the hard sh** on that tape, Knowin' he sweet as cake [DJ Paul] The type ah n***a to tell these hoes that's he about to blow the f** up The only blowin' up b**h you doin' Is when I stick the grenade in your bu*t [Juicy J] He say he smokin' so many blunts I can't tell, ooh, he's a liar I saw you for real, Hit that ill sh**, You female buyer [DJ Paul] Juice man I know what you sayin' These hoes be k**in' me ever so softly, But little bit a b**h boy know I be sellin' his first ca**ette or tape offa me [Juicy J] Don't forget about the dope, You enraged, after you got that page, From a doctor from the health department Tellin' you you are gettin' fatal wid AIDS [DJ Paul] This hoe boy holdin' card Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it Then he got f**ed signed his contract You b**h boy you's a f**in' dummy [Juicy J] Lookin' tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs Young n***a you'll never sell more than the Three 6, b**h please [Hook (4x)] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta] Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian Arabic I reckon I wreckin' ya South American k**a guerilla Colombian m**m or some, loop Maniac, comin' to rip your damn head of your neck put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes and straight to the head for the chief and the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash, I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound 'em on Infamous Island where there is no smilin' the n***as buckwild and the weapons are silenced there's nothing combine us, Military barbarian buck 'em and bury 'em f** wid the scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry 'em, There's no merry love, only murder blood, Till I take something worst out ah all ah these hollow points burst and disperse going through flesh and bone through the back of your shirt you be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work, The Scarecrow be smokin' these n***as for sh** they can't get wid these b**hes they'll never compare, I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6 n***as still sufferin' every day that I swear [Koopsta Knicca] I see them f**ing pressin' on they brother man, It happens everyday don't make me grab the guage, Dangerously I play I best to k** wid guage And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet [Hook ('til fade)]