Notha Nigga Car Clothes Lyrics

Notha Nigga Car Clothes lyrics

Lord Infamous da Scarecrow)  

 That power can change alot of these niggas  

 They step on alot of toes,up that way up the ladder  

 But they don't,they forget what goes up gotta come down  

  

 (DJ Paul)  

 But all that's go change  

 1997 Prophet Posse  

 You know what I'm sayin  

 Loved by few,hated by many  

 We in the motherfucking house  

 We can't be stopped  

 You can get dealt with at the end though  

 It's all good  

  

 (Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)  

 You better bring dangerous toys  

 My nigga!!!!!!!!!!!!  

  

 (DJ Paul)  

 If you wanna play with mafia boys  

 Ya'll know where we located  

 We ain't hard to find  

 We nation motherfucking wide  

 Bitch  

  

 (Lord Infamous)  

 We love the M and we ain't tryin to leave it  

 For no nigga,nobody  

  

 (DJ Paul)  

 Staying real to it  

 Representin to the fullest!!!!!!!!  

  

 (DJ Paul the Killa Man)  

 You ain't no real Black Haven nigga  

 Finger facin forward but you ain't the one to trigger  

 Even if you figured you was a bit bigger  

 Thank you all that but ain't got a glove made of glitter  

 Nigga when we see ya we go test ya ass  

 Bomb rushin to the curb and we go bless ya ass  

 Me and Chris in the burban trying to catch ya ass  

 It's all good find reasons and we go set ya ass up  

 Pitcure me purchasing ya tape cover wasn't good enough  

 Don't like the scene is just like calling bluff  

 Much as we try to keep it cool  

 They all behind the back of me and my crew  

 Glocks and Techs with the vest we be getting it on  

 And we ain't gonna stop untill the early morn  

 So stop trading with this shit and get ya on  

 3-6 Mafia,Killa Man I'm gone  

  

 (Juicy J)  

 Who is that fool who be talking that shit  

 Sayin he down,but he diss Triple Six  

 If that bitch step he go get his wig split  

 Blast smiff-n-wession 18 in the clip  

 Ain't no gang bang he don't even set trip  

 Grew up on koolaid,potatos,and chips  

 Why playa hate when you know we legit  

 Bank account fat and they riding the dick  

 We you need dough ask ya dad for the shit  

 20's and 10's like you shopping for bricks  

 Got to payback all the cheese he done spent  

 Studio time and the whole rest for rent  

  

 (Crunchy Blac)  

 Juiceman I heard it's some niggas dissin  

 But If they keep on dissin,then they momma gonna miss them  

 This ain't no game nigga,here's my fuckin opostion  

 Man I'm gettin tired of yall niggas actin just like bitches  

 and we go ride out  

  

 (MC Mack)  

 Them bitches always ask me why do I call myself the Mack  

 Is it because of those ho's I done broke  

 or is it the way my cheese just stacked  

 But never the less it's time to wreck and check  

 this buster that's livin out of state  

 That's dwelling in by ways of Memphis  

 Contaplate you must be fake  

 Playa hate to the first degree  

 You downing some niggas who down with me  

 See salt mouth snails not M-town playas  

 The Killa Klan Kaze go watch you bleed  

 So play me like a ho and a nigga like Mack  

 Go stang ya stash  

 When that bitch nigga call me out  

 I'm empting my clip off in his ass  

 So hold ya breath,nigga is you down  

 my pimping is thicker than the shit you talk  

 Predestined to burn enternaly in hell contrast  

 by the way ya ass done walk  

 MC mother fucking Mack  

 My Killa Klan Kaze be having my back  

 The Triple 6 Mafia ready to jack  

 So get the next nigga clothes off ya back  

  

 (Koopsta Knicca)  

 So many days,them niggas layed and prayed in 12 ways  

 Up on top of graves,resting place for heaven sake a soul to take  

 Straight thru the woods,deep in them hoods you find no good  

 Only bitches and other niggas rise in the moment  

 So run them off the road before the gold hit ya headlight  

 It's silent night,deadly night and guess who the sacrfice  

 The signs of a Luntaic  

 Koopsta can't take that shit  

 Make my brain and mind split  

 It's something like a cruicfix  

  

 (Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)  

 And I wish one of these punk ass niggas  

 would step up to the Scarecrow  

 Beat a ho,fuck a nigga up slow,cut his throat  

 Puffin on the endow,throw him thru window with bloody clothes  

 Full with bullet holes  

 Lil dope heads can't hang but they gang bang  

 snd they slangin and the rangin  

 Maintaining insane is how meanace remain  

 Just listen to the mother fucking rain  

 Wash ya blood down the drain  

 Bitch if ya itchin round me don't scratch  

 Cause I'll pull out the ?  

 Cut off ya nut sacs  

 Fuckin with the devil mask  

 Drop you into a batch  

 Niggas ain't no match  

 Get drilled out where they at  

 Nigga better stick with smoking pot  

 Cause the shit slipping in his snot  

 Make him feel kinda hot  

 Gonna end up in a burial plot  

 Make me pull out the glock  

 And pop pop nigga get pop  

  

 Chorus: x2  

 (DJ Paul)  

 Another nigga car,Another nigga clothes  

 Niggas be flodging on these videos  

 But watch when that true gun fold