The album was released on June 13, 2000, by Loud. When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1 is the 4th studio album by American hip hop group Three 6 Mafia. But, you can modify it.– Three 6 Mafia Feat. (Ain't no cowards) There's lyrics registered. I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groanĪnd watched you die all on your own and feel for ya Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouthĪnd how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South? Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that literĪsk me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeterīitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regularĬoke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha niggas wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin all that fuckin shit) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Coward ass bitches) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha niggas wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin all that fucking shit) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Fighting niggas over a bitch) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Fuck you motherfuckin hoes) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off To you haters I'm the predator Set em up, wet em up When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter Bitch ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South? I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan Left half of you haters alone and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha bitches wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Cuz nigga we ain't playin wit ya) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha hoes wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (We got them tones ready ta blast) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (What's up nigga?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Scared ass cowards) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Ain't no cowards in this motherfucker) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (Ain't no cowards)