Three 6 Mafia Follow

Don't Violate lyrics

How many, how many talk that shit
Three Six Mafia, Frasier boy
(How, how many, how many talk that shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down
(How, how many, how many talk that shit)
Ya know what I'm sayin'
(How, how many, how many talk that shit)

A lot of times we use the word bitch
(How, how many, how many talk that shit)
That goes for niggas and hoes, whoever violate
(How, how many, how many talk that shit)
Get in yo face with that bullshit, here's what ya do
(How, how many, how many talk that shit)

Put ya foot up they ass, what
Foot up they ass, what
If these bitches actin' bad
Put ya foot up they ass, yep
Foot up they ass, what
Foot up they ass, what
If these bitches actin' bad
Put ya foot up they ass, yep

Tell that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't violate me"
Tell that ho, "Don't violate me"
"Ho, don't violate me"

Now niggas man they tryna copy, Three Six but they too sloppy
Them boys some fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step off in tha club, niggas they play dead
'Cuz of raps and all that bullshit that they said

It ain't nothin' behind yo mugs but some mutha fuckin' hugs
Y'all niggas nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs
Y'all haters shakin' like booties up in tha strip club
I'll cut y'all head off like Al Qaeda in this bitch what

I ain't playin' wit you niggas, I'll put my hands on you niggas
My foot will stand on you niggas, I thought you knew we pulled triggers
So why you testin' me bitches? You must be tryin' ta get stitches
All on yo forhead a cold dead, for fuckin' with pimpin'

I'll take the back of a gun, hit you you startin' ta run
Split you with two fuckin' halves, you mad runnin' yo tounge
I ain't no ho that be likin', bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee titan, tacklin' bringin' the lightin', bitch

See I'm quick with the pistols, shootin' at niggas
If I catch you slippin' then I'm gonna get you mista
I ain't gone miss ya, I'm jus gone split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no picture

Talk that shit bro, told you I'mma get you
Hit you in the head with the tip of the pistol
Yeah, I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit yo sista
Like Eskamo leave yo fro in a blizzard

Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
Fuckin' with that hypnotize, you gone have a fast death
Real niggas yeah, we is, you can come and find out
Fuck with us anyday, I can show you what a crime bout

Three Six got me on, now I have to keep a tone
'Cuz they hataz now my hataz, if you want it beef is on
Most of y'all been hos, afraid of my boy 10 toes
Leave his ass in the past, nigga like nintendo