Yeah I Rob lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, mafia! Three 6 Mafia!
This is for you muthaf*ckin hoes in the muthaf*ckin club
Runnin round here clowning, frowning, mugging
Like ya'll some muthaf*ckin gangstas
n*gga, ya'll some muthaf*cking hoes
A n*gga know you from the hood n*gga
And we gon' show wus really real n*gga, for real for real b*tch!

[Chorus: Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now 3 6 we representin thugs
We reppin for the gangs
And the n*ggas using drugs
We reppin for the gangsta ass gals in the club
We reppin for the headbussaz keepin mean mugs, i'ma keep me a slug
For 1 of you fakers
I got 100 rounds its 100 imitaters
So many wannabees folks wit beefs in the industry, n*ggas claimin killa but they scared of these f*ckin streets believe
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Walk up in the club like a thug get yo ass kicked, step up off in the parkin lot and leave in a casket
Actin like a scary b*tch you giggling and laughing, let me hit that f*ckin weed hurry up and pass it
Yeah they call me Juicy j the 3 6 mafia bandit
Gotta ride on 24s or something wit a candy
Pounds of dat weed yeah a n*gga keep it handy
A real bad b*tch and a 5th of dat brandy

[Chorus: Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)

[Verse 3: Mr. Bigg]
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm looking so clean
77 cut dogg painted lime green
The hoes got quiet when I pull up on the scene for all u ugly ass hoes I gotta fake wedding ring
Today I'm married and my wife don't play
So if you want me to cheat ugly bitck you gotta pay
Its gon' cost 1000 dollars if you wanna see me play
I'll f*ck you sideways bout 30 minutes straight
Then clean off my di*k cuz, a gotta kill the smell out
Holla at ya later I got mo di*k to sell I got mo pussies to swell and mo dreams to tell and tell ya old man I ain't going back to jail
I'm the last Mr. Bigg and I always keep it real
I'ma Alabama n*gga representing Mobile
And I live in the mall I stay dressed to kill and I got so many diamonds it dont even look real n*gga!
[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
I got 6 different ways to kill ya shawty
Got 6 different spots to put ya body
Got 6 different ways to cut ya up
And I even got 6 n*ggas in it ya bro
Now how the f*ck n*ggas gon' talk that stuff
When n*ggas like us come shoot the club up
And if you keep talking we gon' make you what
You b*tch ass n*ggas gon' catch that cut

[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
Back up in the club, dollar on swole
Sippin on eight ozs, residue in my nose
In dat b*tch 12 deep, freak b*tches in my fleet
Hoe quit actin like you never seen a n*gga on TV
Got my uzi and my face in a bird-like Fontana
I pray one of you b*tches try step to me with ana (Blay!)
I pioneered this Memphis sh*t, lord the living legend
Still making n*ggas drop like 3-time felons

[Chorus: Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Yeah I rob, yeah I steal
Yeah I'll put ya body in a field
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)
Now here I go b*tch n*gga, f*ck wit me
(f*ck wit me)