Three 6 Mafia, Frayser Boy - Don't Violate Lyrics

(How many, how many talk that shit?)
What? What?
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah, it's going down
You know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of times we use the word bitch
That goes for niggas and hoes
Whoever violate, gett in your face with that bullshit
Here's what you do

Put your foot up they ass (what?), foot up they ass (what?)
If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep)
Foot up they ass (what?) foot up they ass (what?)
If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)

Now niggas, man, they try to copy
The Three 6, but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, niggas they play dead
'Cause of raps and all this bullshit that they said
It ain't nothin' behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs
Y'all niggas nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Y'all haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch, what?

I ain't playin' wit' you niggas
I'll put my hands on you niggas
My foot will stand on you niggas
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me, bitches?
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For fuckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you stumbled and run
Split you in two fuckin' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no ho that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch

Put your foot up they ass (what?), foot up they ass (what?)
If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep)
Foot up they ass (what?) foot up they ass (what?)
If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)

See I'm quick wit' the pistol, shootin' that missile
If I catch you slippin' then I'm gonna get you, mister
I ain't gon' miss ya, I'mma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that shit, bruh, told you I'mma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yeah, I do it big, shit, I'm playin' with your sister
Like Rskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard

Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' wit' the Hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real niggas, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on the Bay, I can show you what a grind 'bout
Three 6 got me on, now I got to keep a tone
'Cause they haters now my haters, if you wanna beef, it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy, ten toes
Leave his ass in the past, nigga, like Nintendo, whoa

Put your foot up they ass (what?), foot up they ass (what?)
If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep)
Foot up they ass (what?) foot up they ass (what?)
If these bitches actin' bad, put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)
And tell that ho (don't violate me, ho, don't violate)