Don’t Violate lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro]
("How many, how many talk that sh*t" repeated throughout the intro)
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 b*tch
That goes for n*ggas and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullsh*t
Here's what you do

[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate) [x4]

[DJ Paul]
Now n*ggas 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, n*ggas they play dead
Cause of raps and all that bullsh*t that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherf*ckin' hugs
Y'all n*ggas nicer than grandmas and f*ckin' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this b*tch WHAT!
[Juicy J]
I ain't playin' wit' you n*ggas
I'll put my hands on you n*ggas
My foot will stand on you n*ggas
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me b*tches
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For f*ckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two f*ckin' 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' b*tch!

[Hook]

[Crunchy Black]
See I'm quick wit' the pistols
Shootin', ain't missin'
If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister
I ain't gon' miss ya
I'mma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that sh*t bro
Told you I'mma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, sh*t I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard
[Frayser Boy]
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
f*ckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real n*ggas, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed
Leave his ass in the past n*gga like Nintendo, whoa

[Hook]
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