I Ain’t Cha Friend Three 6 Mafia

[Intro: DJ Paul]
*Laughter*
Yeah, y'all thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work, didn't ya? Yeah....
For the wages of sin is death
For the gift of god is eternal life
Through Jesus Christ our lordRoman 6-23 nigga, read it and weep, biatch!
*Laughter*

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Hitman bustin' up in my door, so I grab my 44
Now them bustas on the floor, covered up by pillows
Oh no, I'm lookin' for them tr'izz'icks
Tryin' to put Koop in they cl'izz'ick
I'm comin' up quick, I'm takin' no shots
Bustin' these caps off in these bitches
So why you wanna mess with this
So why you wanna take off this piece
Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech (??) fatality
You'll be fled, I'll be glad
When I make you hit that grass
I ain't showin' no mercy
God damn it I'm blastin' that ass
I'm havin' visions of flesh (??) like that roozer tech
That mess in my head
If the constantly tempting this evil shit
You hear some laughin', who's that in yo window gaspin'?
Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head