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Grab The Gauge
Three 6 Mafia
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Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up, ride up
Ride up, ride up
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Naughty, naughty motherfucker, get the feeling of this shit
This shit so funky, comes way underneath the ground
The triple six I'm smoking out, I'm living large
I keep you haters out my face
Your life is over, motherfucker, when I grab a hold that gauge
My niggas from the 360 clique, they keep me hooked up on that game
I'm charging niggas daily, maybe Lady is out to get paid
You hoes can't fuck with me, I'm
Flowing, showing hoes I ain't no hater
Coming strictly from that Southside, getting greater later
Everybody wanna go, he say, she say, this and that
You suckers need to grow up out that kiddie shit
Quit faking just 'cause of Three 6 Mafia
I'm at 9-6-2-2-G, bitch
Mrs. Lady Gangsta on that weed, kicking real shit
Just to let you know I'm on a whole 'come on the scenery'
Scenery filled with red dots, infrared beams
Now where you gon' go? You can't hide, your life is over, kid
It's time for the killing 'cause you
Have fucked up with the wrong ass bitch
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up, ride up
Ride up, ride up
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Man, this nigga killing me telling these
People that he's about to go nationwide
When he gotta drop his tapes off himself
Plus he gotta call Truck to get a ride
I saw the motherfucker standing out in
Front of Jack's talking about, "Buy my tape"
The nigga talk about how hot shit on
That tape, knowing he sweet as cake
The type of nigga that'll tell his ho
That he's about to blow the fuck up
The only blowing up that you're doing is
When I stick the grenade in your butt
You say you smoking them mega blunts, I can't tell, fool, you's a liar
I say it for real, hit that ill shit, you bring my fire
You claim not knowing what you saying
These hoes be killing me ever so softly
But little do the bitch boy know I be
Selling this verse and set the tape awfully
Don't forget about the day you were enraged after you got that page
From a doctor from the health department
Telling you you were infected with AIDS
This ho boy on the call was a mad bitch
That he bought for the two hundred
Then he got fucked signing his contract
You bitch boy, you fucking dummy
Look at Truck, I think he need to talk to Steve, put him on them CDs
Young nigga, you'll never sell more than a Three 6 inch, please
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up, ride up
Ride up, ride up
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Infamous is coming straight like an Italian
Arabic, Iraqi, Iranian, South American
Cuba gorilla, Colombian Muslim or some group, maniac
Coming to rip your damn head off your neck
Put your heart in a bag then I sprinkle your ash
Yeah, this bitch of the headquarter chief and the blunder
The inner cut down in my stash
I reside in the insane asylum, the bodies I pile 'em
On Infamous Island where there is no smiling
The niggas bug wilding, the weapons are
Silenced, there's nothing but violence
Military barbarian, bug 'em and bury 'em
Fuck with the scarier insanitarium pyromaniacarium
There's no merry love, only murder blood
The baptism turn worse, I let all of these hollow points burst
And they squirt golden bullets that
Bump through the back of your shirt
You be burnt up and buried in dirt that'll work
The scarecrow keep smoking these niggas with shit they can't get with
These bitches could never compare
I'm coming from the land of triple six
Niggas are suffering every day, man, I swear
I see the fucking prey so low they barely lay
It happens every day, don't make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out your ribcage
And put your body in the back of that gray Chevrolet
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up, ride up
Ride up, ride up
Now I get your middle race
Now I get your middle race
Ride up on the street and put some niggas on the front page