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      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"      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      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"