Child Last Man Standing Lyrics

Child   Last Man Standing lyrics

Chorus (4x): You don't know me 

 	     My weapon's here to tell ya 

  

 [Lord Infamous] 

 Torture til they gone, never stay alone, killas, laser chrome 

 Hunting in the zone, where the enemies roam, 

 Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down, 

 Please don't make a sound, hear the Devil growl 

 Please don't go to sleep, never go to sleep 

 You may not awake cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath 

 The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods 

 Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared 

 Go and take a look 

 I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to kill 

 Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield 

 I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts 

 Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw 

 Lord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind 

 Seek and you shall find my evil is blind 

 Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess 

 Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech 

  

 Chorus 4x 

  

 [Gangsta Boo] 

 Playa what you know about the south side? 

 Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize 

 South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit 

 North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent 

 Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta bitch 

 Never solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6 

 What you gettin jealous fo? 

 Nigga you don't know me so 

 Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho 

  

 [Juicy J] 

 Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real 

 Fool it ain't nothin fake 

 We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate 

 You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit 

 And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch 

 Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep 

 Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet 

 And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me 

 How could fuck with this and my fuckin N-i-n-e? 

 BEEYATCH! 

  

 Chorus 4x 

  

 [D.J. Paul] 

 The Last Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E 

 Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny 

 Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick 

 40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch 

 Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya 

 When you come up out that Chevy with yo draws off 

 Sawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-es 

 Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains in 

 Three 6 mutha fuckin Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya 

 Wanna after party ain't no stoppin us 

 Comin from the M, ain't no love for her or him 

 Here's a blast from that blast 

 Man I doubt ya even last in the past 

 You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click 

 6 niggaz gonna carry ya, I bury ya 

 Bitches alive after the rest of demands 

 The Three 6 Mafia, the last to stand 

 After the war is over 

  

 Chorus 4x 

  

 [Gangsta Blac] 

 Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs 

 Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs 

 Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around 

 Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown 

 You don't know this nigga 

 What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange? 

 Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man 

 G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, glorified shit, trick 

 Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you quick 

 Nigga! 

  

 [M-Child] 

 It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs 

 A smile to a frown make a nigga think that I'm on drugs 

 Orange Mound where I be, Mackin Child is who I be 

 A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery 

 Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar 

 Fuckin with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar 

 Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep 

 A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beep 

 BITCH! 

  

 Chorus