Grab the Gauge

Hook: (4x)<br><br>Grab my guage and then erase<br>Grab my guage and then erase<br>Ride up on the street<br>And put some niggas in the front page<br><br>Verse 1: Gangsta Boo<br><br>Naughty naughty motherfuckers get the feelin` ah this shit<br>This shit so funky comes way under nigga grounds are Triple 6<br>I`m smokin` out, I`m livin` large,<br>I keep you hatas out my face<br>Yo life is over motherfucka, when I grab ahold that guage<br>My niggas from the Three 6 click they keep me hooked up on that game<br>I`m chargin` niggas daily maybe, lady, is out to get paid<br>You hoes can`t fuck wit me<br>I`m flowin`, showin`, hoes I ain`t no hata<br>Comin` strictly from the South-side gettin` greater later<br>Everybody wanna ride for he say she say they say next<br>You suckas need to grow up out that kiddy shit<br>Quit fakin` just cause ah Three, Six, Mafia<br>Coming nine-six, to two G bitch<br>Misses lady gangsta on that weed, chicken rib shit<br>Just to let you know my partner hoe come on the scenery<br>Scenery, filled wid red dots, infra red beams<br>Now where you gon` go?<br>You can`t hide your life is over kid,<br>It`s time for the killin`<br>Cause you have fucked up wid the wrong ass bitch<br><br>Hook 4x<br><br>Verse 2: DJ Paul & Juicy J<br><br>[DJ Paul]<br>Man this nigga kill me<br>tellin` these people that he`s about to go nationwide<br>When he gotta drop his tapes of his self<br>Plus he gotta call Kim, to get a ride<br><br>[Juicy J]<br>I saw the motherfucka standin` out in front ah Best<br>talkin` about, bout my tape<br>The nigga talk about the hard shit on that tape,<br>Knowin` he sweet as cake<br><br>[DJ Paul]<br>The type ah nigga to tell these hoes<br>that`s he about to blow the fuck up<br>The only blowin` up bitch you doin`<br>Is when I stick the grenade in your butt<br><br>[Juicy J]<br>He say he smokin` so many blunts<br>I can`t tell, ooh, he`s a liar<br>I saw you for real,<br>Hit that ill shit,<br>You female buyer<br><br>[DJ Paul]<br>Juice man I know what you sayin`<br>These hoes be killin` me ever so softly,<br>But little bit a bitch boy know<br>I be sellin` his first cassette or tape offa me<br><br>[Juicy J]<br>Don`t forget about the dope,<br>You enraged, after you got that page,<br>From a doctor from the health department<br>Tellin` you you are gettin` fatal wid AIDS<br><br>[DJ Paul]<br>This hoe boy holdin` card<br>Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it<br>Then he got fucked signed his contract<br>You bitch boy you`s a fuckin` dummy<br><br>[Juicy J]<br>Lookin` tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put `em on dem CDs<br>Young nigga you`ll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please<br><br>Hook (4x)<br><br>Verse 3: Lord Infamous & Koopsta<br><br>Infamous is comin` strapped like an Italian Arabic<br>I reckon I wreckin` ya South American<br>Killa guerilla Colombian Muslim or some, loop<br>Maniac, comin` to rip your damn head of your neck<br>put your heart in the back and I spit on yo ashes<br>and straight to the head for the chief<br>and the blunt of the Indicut down in my stash,<br>I reside in the insane asylum the bodies I pound `em<br>on Infamous Island where there is no smilin`<br>the niggas buckwild and the weapons are silenced<br>there`s nothing combine us,<br>Military barbarian buck `em and bury `em fuck wid the<br>scarier, insanitarium, popper and carry `em,<br>There`s no merry love, only murder blood,<br>Till I take something worst out ah all ah these<br>hollow points burst and disperse going through<br>flesh and bone through the back of your shirt<br>you be burnt up and buried in dirt that`ll work,<br>The Scarecrow be smokin` these niggas for shit<br>they can`t get wid these bitches they`ll never compare,<br>I`m comin` from the land of Triple 6 niggas still<br>sufferin` every day that I swear<br><br>[Koopsta Knicca]<br><br>I see them fucking pressin` on they brother man,<br>It happens everyday don`t make me grab the guage,<br>Dangerously I play I best to kill wid guage<br>And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet<br><br>Hook (`til fade)