i ain't cha friend lyrics

Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah, for the Ouijas of sin is death
For the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord
Roman 6-23 nigga, read it and weep, biatch

Hit a man 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 trizicks tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
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 [unverified] fatality
You'll be fled, I'll be glad when I make you hit that grass
I ain't showin' no mercy, goddamn it, I'm bustin' that ass
I'm havin' cisions of flesh [unverified] like that roozer tech
That mess in my head, if the constantly teachin' this evil shit
You hear some laughin', who's that in the window gaspin'
Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head

This goes out to all of you suckas
Includin' you crossers, includin' you bustas
This shit is so fucked up, I can't even trust ya
This lady is tried of you motherfuckers
I'm bumpin' so hard, it's like, oh my God
Gangsta Boo is rippin' the mic all apart
If your ass wasn't so full of that fart
Never would you have tasted me from the start
I'm trying to tell you hoe, let me tell you bitch
You ain't my fuckin' friend

Prophet Entertainment member known as Boo
Had to tell your ass time and time again
Ride with my click, bitch Triple 6
Is all I need, plus my weed and the N I N E
To keep you frilly hoes off of me
Come into my face with that pimpin' ass shit
Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandalous
You friendly ass hoes I scratch off my list
I don't need you, don't want you bitch

Friends like foes in these hoes, keep on talkin' that shit
Actin' like they bad as fuck but they ain' really talkin' 'bout shit
Keep on dissin' this click and we gon' hurt one of you tricks
Put your body in a ditch or dig a grave for that shit
Don't you ask who like it, Crunchy Blac did it bitch
Keep on talkin' all that noise and I'ma get big like big business

I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

Smiles can be deceivin' even if it's your friends
And hoes that know we can't be even Steven
Should not believe in, too late one of them slip, it's my foes
You already got my glock to the back of your head
Prayers already said, done consider yourself dead
Your family and friends might be sayin' that I crossed you out

But nigga you was fake from the beginning
So I had to toss you out, friend I'm no more, I kill all you foes
Step in my trunk and I give it to a stroll back
The hammer release and leave your chest with holes
All in the club with that buck ass tube and pot
It's kind of hard, you can't beat us
And you can't join us 'cuz we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop

Some of the superior astronomical bends
From that of my mystical dreams of the many scenes
Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers
Sit back in dangerous, hittin' and strippin' and critical injury
Misery, seriously witness to the tremory
Tragedy, agony, infamy, agony brutal mentality
Assassatain my voodoo tribe
If you don't want to be fried, put on a feary disguise

Lord Infamous takn' no prisoners
Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries
Your reservation revaluation a satanic nation
Has be prophesied
I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear
From the eternal burning of each of your lies

Flights of headlights, black clothes and limos
Another negro startin' to decompose
From his casket the Scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose
Who knows that hate that goes behind closed doors
With corpses froze in six foot holes
Wicked throws, evil flows and torturing of foes

I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in

Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend
You do your ass in nigga
Three 6 Mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch
Yeah, watch your back niggas
You know who you are motherfucker
That brown shit would [unverified]