I Told 'Em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be
I swear I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be, I swear I hate to be
Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show
Young ho, gun let go, I've been gung-ho
Run yo' click clean out of that shit
Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin' with?
D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit
Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it
Prayin' when the red tape I'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors
And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em
They called bullets and they burn just like a oven
And we can do it however, it ain't no use to play
Fire on a nigga like they used to say, ya
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be
I swear I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be (Hands up, hands up), I swear I hate to be
Wow oh
Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whip you by myself
One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf
But you can't, 'cause you need a crew, extra fist or two
Only one might really shoot, but that is not you-you-you
And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough
Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up
If you real nigga what the deal, take some weed or pills
Maybe thinkin' get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel
You a joke, and a fuck nigga, can't stand yo' grind
But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be
I swear I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be, I swear I hate to be
Wow oh
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be
I swear I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be, I swear I hate to be
Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show
Young ho, gun let go, I've been gung-ho
Run yo' click clean out of that shit
Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin' with?
D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit
Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it
Prayin' when the red tape I'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors
And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em
They called bullets and they burn just like a oven
And we can do it however, it ain't no use to play
Fire on a nigga like they used to say, ya
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be
I swear I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be (Hands up, hands up), I swear I hate to be
Wow oh
Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whip you by myself
One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf
But you can't, 'cause you need a crew, extra fist or two
Only one might really shoot, but that is not you-you-you
And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough
Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up
If you real nigga what the deal, take some weed or pills
Maybe thinkin' get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel
You a joke, and a fuck nigga, can't stand yo' grind
But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be fussy, I hate to be
I swear I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I showed 'em
I hate to be, I said I hate to be
I said I hate to be, I swear I hate to be
Wow oh
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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard
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