I Ain't Goin' Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia The End cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1997-3-4
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Gangsta/Electro/Horrorcore
length: 3:55
Sound the alarm
Infamous comes
From the slums
Lookin' them done

Within' they pump
Cough the thoughts
*****es are numb
*****s they run

All of my guns
Droppin' a fuss
Filish the wound
*****es are doom

At high noon
Billy the Kid
Splatter his wig
Without a clue

*****s get blue
Off they shoes
What's up dead fool
I got my tools

Don't get the rules
It's up to you
What will you do
Here comes the rat

Here comes the tat
Hit 'em with bats
Chop off they ***
Blow up the gats

Don't hit a mack
Infamous packed
Down for a jack
Ready to buck

Wantin' to ****
Testin' my nuts
You will get stuck
Down in the rut

Fillin' the slugs
Empty your gut
All on the rug
(?) dug

All on my mug
They will pay
When I'm comin' with the shanks
And my dank

And the chains

Fallin' up and down the street
Lookin' for some **** to creep
*****s knowin' my bogus tags
And they pull up they gangsta setts

They knowin' bout my roll
Part of robbin' *****s who thinkin' they hard
And dumpin' trick in a ditch
That's my hobby cause I ain't ready

In the bushes where I hang
But you want to be a wild thang
And throw yo *** up in my face
Now I got your little monkey ***

No I'm not a scapula
So try to break it off with the rest of your dough
(?) the rest of yo bag

Which will die or bleed elite
Watch yo body hit the street
(?) they say where you lay
No one knows your damn face

But I do and that's a fact
Come play the game of pitty pat
I thought you on the railroad track
Slice yo head and leave you dead

I'm takin' care of my motha****in' business
I ain't goin' *****
Savin' none of ya hoes and I never be...

Ain't no ****in' negotiatin'
When the nines cocked
Don't get yourself in a situation
Straight to a pinebox

I think it's time for meditation
To all this crime stop
Three 6 known for demonstratin'
For makin' bodies drop

Sometimes it's like I'm in a movie
Like the movie Scream
These *****s don't say nothing to me
'Cause I be lookin' mean

And if you stick a knife right through me
Cut through my bloodstream
You hoes *** *****s better kill me
'Cause fool this ain't no dream

I'm comin' for you like I'm crazy
Straight out the institution
Like a mafia member pay me
They know there nothin' to it

To leave my house lazy
And throw her in a sewer
The 97 you can't fade me
When I got something to do with it

Now we got some killas in the house
When you claim you couldn't tell
Do I need to leave it here?
(buck, buck, buck)

To leave your *** convinced
Or do we need to put some kick dose on you ****y hoes
Mack 10's and 12's rebel
WE got this under control

And when we call this type of deal
It's a splash party
When them brains paint the wall
It's Dj Paully all off of ya'll

Watch me blas
Watch me grasp for this stash
Rip off this mask
I done got hotter hope it's all cash

And the n we hopin' in this essence
But throw them gats
The mask and sacks of cash in Juicy's Lexus
And now we goin' out own separate ways

We got six hundred and sixty-six ways to get paid


CD 1
  • 1 Our Arrival
  • 2 Stomp
  • 3 Money Flow
  • 4 Late Night Tip
  • 5 Gotcha Shakin'
  • 6 I Ain't Goin'
  • 7 Good Stuff
  • 8 Walk Up 2 Yo House
  • 9 In-2-Deep
  • 10 Last Man Standing
  • 11 Destruction Terror
  • 12 Body Parts
  • 13 Where's da Bud
  • 14 Gette'm Crunk
  • 15 Where da Killaz Hang
  • 16 The End
  • 17 Life or Death