Don’t Violate lyrics

[Intro]
("How many, how many talk that sh*t" repeated throughout the intro)
Three 6 Mafia
Frayser Boy
Yeah, yeah it's going down
You know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of times we use the word b*tch
That goes for n*ggas and hoes
Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullsh*t
Here's what you do

[Chorus: DJ Paul & (Juicy J)]
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now n*ggas man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy
You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies
When we step up in the club, n*ggas they play dead
Cause of raps and all that bullsh*t that they said
It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherf*ckin' hugs
Y'all n*ggas nicer than grandmas and f*ckin' ladybugs
Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club
I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this b*tch WHAT!

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I ain't playin' wit' you n*ggas
I'll put my hands on you n*ggas
My foot will stand on you n*ggas
I thought you knew we pull triggers
So why you testin' me b*tches
You must be tryin' to get stitches
All on your forehead, you're cold dead
For f*ckin' wit' pimpin'
I'll take the back of a gun
Hit you, you startin' to run
Split you wit' two f*ckin' halves
You mad runnin' your tongue
I ain't no ho that be likin'
Bustin' and fightin' and bitin'
I'm like a Tennessee Titan
Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' b*tch!
[Chorus: DJ Paul & (Juicy J)]
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
See I'm quick wit' the pistols
Shootin', ain't missin'
If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister
I ain't gon' miss ya
I'mma go and split ya
No evidence, witnesses, no pictures
Talk that sh*t bro
Told you I'mma get ya
Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol
Yea' I do it big, sh*t I'm playin' wit' your sister
Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard
[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath
f*ckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death
Real n*ggas, yeah we is, you can come and find out
Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout
Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone
Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on
Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed
Leave his ass in the past n*gga like Nintendo, whoa

[Chorus: DJ Paul & (Juicy J)]
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
Put your foot up they ass (what) foot up they ass (what)
If these b*tches actin' bad put your foot up they ass (yep)
And tell that ho (Don't violate me ho, don't violate)