Don't Stand So Close '2001' f/ Three 6 Mafia

[Chorus 8X]

Don't stand, don't stand so close to me

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

Rip you bitches mugs off

Lookin at me fire hot

Rollin wit my brother E

Take me to your stash spot

Queen of Memphis reppin

Crazy lady steppin

Comin wit tha automatic chrome tone weapon

Nigga yah you know the biz

What you in my face for

Add teeth gold bracelet wit tha fuckin bezzle

Cruisin wit tha limo

Tint on my window

Pop a half X

Now I'm ready to get felt on

On my way to New York

Get the latest fashion

Head on back to Memphis

Hit the Pure Passion

Shake it shake your ass bitch

Sexy fine thang you

Mad hoes always got something about the Gangsta Boo

Catch me at the Grammy's

Wit a blunt, runnin shit

Fuck you sissy bitches

Ya'll can't fuck wit me, I'm runnin shit

Everybody know

All my niggaz do just what I say

Nowhere close to me

Check the fuckin resume

[Repeat Chorus 8X]

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Don't stand much closer

I can't focus

On the snow ?????????????

This automatic

Start to splattin

Cappin, fuck the police

My millimeter

Like my peter

Keep em rippin apart

Evaporate em

On this caper

Sissy boy wit no heart

A lot of punks

They talk that junk

Up on that fuck the Scarecrow

I'm super cool

You act a fool

You coward you gotta go

I'm mega ?????? super pimp

?????????? to the grave

But if I'm trippin off that hay

That be the end of the day

[Verse 3: Crunchy Blac]

Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me

If you stand too close you get the elbow G

Go on young nigga

Tryna start some shit

If you start some shit

Nigga this what you get

I'm a rock and roll

I'm a lock and unload

I'm a lay your weak ass down on the floor

In this gotdamn club

Cause i told you bro

Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

Let me be me

Let you be you

Let me smoke my weed

You can do what you do

If I'm ridin in the Bentley

Don't be mad at me

Your baby momma

Wanna holla

Know she glad to see

A classy playa from the North

Wit a bag of good

Fifth of hen

Pint of gin

Rollin through the hood

If i seem a little hot

I can't help myself

You betta catch up witcho kind

And fuck wit somebody else

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]

Now I'm a lock you in the fuckin trunk

While i hit the fuckin funk

Now I'm goin crazy boy

All i see is blood boy

Shoot you in the fuckin arm

Pop you in the fuckin leg

Sit back

Sip syrup

And watch your snitchin ass beg, bitch

Stay away from Lil Craig

Claimin you his friend hoe

All up in my brother's face

Knowin you wanna be him hoe

Niggaz don't fuck wit you

Niggaz tryna kill you

Everybody know you the police

So we gon peel you

The real don't feel you

(Scratching till end)