In 1995, the Memphis underground rap group, then named "Triple 6 Mafia", released its first official album, Mystic Stylez. It had recorded this album by using the profits from its highly successful underground tape Smoked Out, Loced Out. The members then changed the group's name to "Three 6 Mafia" (or sometimes "3-6 Mafia") and now use the Triple-6 name on the compilations of reissued tracks from their underground tapes. They did this because radio stations supposedly refused to play the songs of a group whose name included a reference to the number 666. There are also rumors that the name was changed because of copyright reasons due to a falling out with others in the Memphis rap scene. The group has had a number of disputes with former allies, namely Playa Fly, Gangsta Blac, and Skinny Pimp. In fact, some say that the group was originally named "Three Six Mafia" (all words spelled out), then switched to "Triple Six" for similar reasons.
On the 1995 single "Live By Yo Rep", the group had accused Cleveland group Bone Thugs-N-Harmony of stealing its style (a mix of quasi-harmonic rapping and blatant references to the occult). The track "All Original" on Bone's Art of War album is thought to be a dis of Three Six (this issue has apparently been settled, however). The problems between the two groups were eventually settled in family court in June 1996.
Eventually, Three 6 Mafia moved towards the "crunk" style of rap - repetitive chanting aimed at hyping a crowd (e.g.— "tear the club up, nigga, tear the club up!"). This direction (exemplified by songs like "Sippin' on Syrup" with Houston rappers UGK) helped them reach number 6 on the Billboard album chart in 2000 with their CD 6661: When the Smoke Clears.
Three 6 has expanded its operations considerably. Its stable of affiliated rappers is called "Hypnotize Minds" or the "Hypnotize Camp Posse" (HCP). Aside from many of the individual members releasing solo albums, they have also released material from "Tear Da Club Up Thugs" (a side project) and "Three Six Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse" (a Memphis rap compilation). Unfortunately, Three 6 Mafia has also lost many members. Koopsta Knicca left due to a monetary dispute, while La Chat is currently pursuing a solo career. Gangsta Boo is rumored to have converted to Christianity and is interested in gospel music (which she denies, saying that it's a rumor started by her former label mates). Lord Infamous is likely in prison and very possibly under 24-hour lockdown, although Juicy J has said he's on "vacation." T-Rock has parted ways with Three 6 Mafia, and has publicly dissed the entire clique and accused them of shady business dealings in interviews and on his track "Mr. Big Man." Project Pat recently served time in prison for a parole violation, but was released in July 2005.
In 2003, Three 6 Mafia released the album Da Unbreakables, which features collaborations with Lil' Flip, Pimp C, (from UGK), Lil' Wyte, Frayser Boy, Hank Williams, Jr., and Project Pat. The album produced the hit "Ridin' Spinnerz," which featured Lil' Flip.
In 2005, Three 6 Mafia released their highly anticipated new album “Most Known Unknown.” It was notable that Lord Infamous was missing from this album. The generally accepted reason was that he had been incarcerated; however, Three 6 Mafia claim he is on "holiday.” He has since officially returned to Three 6 Mafia recently. The group is said to be associated with the crip gang. They diss the bloods in many of their lyrics.
Three 6 Mafia has always been known for their controversial and sometimes misunderstood lyrics. For example, in the song "Knock the Black Off Yo Ass", they reference the DC Area Sniper Shootings in multiple lines in the song. "I think they better call Bush, 'cause it's a national disaster, when I unleash my pistol-grip Bushmaster." "You can't hide, you can't run. I'm a sniper, ridin' in a blue Chevy, a trunk full of guns, man you hoes ain't ready."
“Stay Fly” was the first single off of The Most Unknown album. The next single released off of the album was "Poppin’ My Collar," which premiered around mid January 2006.
Their song "Late Nite Tip" is favoured by car audio enthusiasts for its deep, rolling bassline and is a stalwart of testing ones sound system also it is known that they sampled many Willie Hutch songs on their album Most Known Unknown
In January of 2006, Three 6 Mafia made history as they became the first African-American hip-hop act to be nominated for an Academy Award in the category of Best Achievement In Music Written for Motion Pictures (Original Song). The group was nominated for the song It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp off of the Hustle & Flow soundtrack. The first hip-hop act to actually be nominated for an Academy Award in this category was Eminem in 2002 for the song Lose Yourself off the 8 Mile soundtrack and he also won the award. Three 6 Mafia was credited by their real names in the nomination and not by their group name. Jordan Houston (Juicy J), Cedric Coleman (Crunchy Black), and Paul Beauregard (DJ Paul) were named in the nomination. Terrance Howard, who performed the song in the movie, refuses to perform it at the Academy Awards possibly because it reinforces stereotypes that all black males are pimps.
On March 5, 2006, Three 6 Mafia won the Academy Award they were nominated for, becoming the first African American Hip-Hop group to win an Oscar.
During May Crunchy Black left Three 6 Mafia to go on his own. He is releasing 4 mixtapes and 4 dvds in the near future.
Origin: Memphis, Tennessee
Year Formed: 1991
Sleep
Three 6 Mafia Lyrics
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If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal ya wounds
Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny
I'm brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got QP's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola, niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors
I'm look for dividends, I ain't lookin' for you hoes
You bitch can't comprehend, let me put one in your boo
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy
It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy
Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy?
Now if you warring and runnin' from them three-six niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustin' massive 'round from S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade
A strippin' bitches and I'mma mafucker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
North, north, south, south, westwood, orange mouth
Nigga we be smokin' life, never Ch-ch-charlie Brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets swole, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga 'cris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "fuck you hoe!"
Nigga rollin' out the 'Mo, snortin' that white shit up they nose
Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found
Better use common sense, checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck
And up, get yourself in this clique
Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut
Look, I'm from G-row ward
Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck
Niggas in the back of the club postin' up
Waitin' for a nigga that's new so they can tuck
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
So abide by the code of the streets
If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash
'Cause Lil Fate creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
The lyrics to Three 6 Mafia's "Go to Sleep" seem to be a brutal warning to those who oppose or anger the group. The repeated phrase "go to sleep hoe" can be interpreted as a command for those who have been defeated or who have worn themselves out from battling the group to just give up and "go to sleep." The lyrics frequently suggest violence and power, as the group brags about their weapons and ability to take down enemies. They warn that their enemies will be knocked out and will not be able to wrap up their "bandages" or "heal their wounds."
The lyrics are also full of references to drugs, sex, and material possessions. The group boasts about the various drugs they have access to, including marijuana and Hennessy. They also talk about their prowess with women, as they describe having to "off" a woman who talked too much. Additionally, they mention wanting fancy cars and jewelry, boasting that they will take them from those who stand in their way.
Overall, the lyrics to "Go to Sleep" seem to be a warning to those who oppose the group that they will meet a violent end if they continue to push back. The repeated phrase "go to sleep hoe" serves as a grim reminder of the group's power and their willingness to use that power to take out their enemies.
Line by Line Meaning
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Shut up and go to sleep, I'm tired of hearing you talk
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you are tired, just be quiet and go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
I tell a woman to go to sleep
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
If they don't listen and give me attitude, I might have to hurt them
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
We can make them lose consciousness with our music and words
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Pay attention to the hidden meaning in our lyrics
Then about where your time spent
Think about how you spend your time
Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
If you mess with us, you'll get hurt
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
We are Three 6 Mafia and we don't mess around
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
If you are tired, you are tired. You miss out if you fall asleep
But you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal ya wounds
You won't take care of yourself and heal your injuries
Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny
I have guns and I like to smoke weed and drink Hennessy
I'm brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I may not look tough but I am dangerous
I got QP's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
I have drugs and if we have a problem, I will use my gun
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I find it amusing when people are defenseless and TI can attest to my behavior
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
I killed a woman because she talked too much
2-0, Mr. Crayola, niggas know what I mean
I am the best and everyone knows it
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
I sell various types of drugs
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
You all need to know how things work around here
Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors
I am back and I will break down your doors
I'm look for dividends, I ain't lookin' for you hoes
I am focused on making money, not interested in women
You bitch can't comprehend, let me put one in your boo
You don't understand, let me shoot your partner
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
Let me shoot your brother, so you can't find peace
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Give me everything you want
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy
Give me expensive cars and jewelry
It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy
Having things doesn't matter, if you mess with me, I will retaliate
Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy?
Guns, do you know what I mean?
Now if you warring and runnin' from them three-six niggas
If you are fighting against us and running away
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
I will use my gun to kill you
Or bustin' massive 'round from S.K.
Or I will shoot up your place with a machine gun
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade
I had sex with your woman in Atlanta
A strippin' bitches and I'mma mafucker with a limp
I like to have sex with strippers and I walk with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
They call me a stripper/hoe's pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout
I am quick to have sex with a woman since that is what this is all about
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We rob a man and then torture him by shoving his own penis in his mouth
We Memphis niggas
We are from Memphis
North, north, south, south, westwood, orange mouth
Directions and landmarks from Memphis
Nigga we be smokin' life, never Ch-ch-charlie Brown
We smoke weed, not crack
Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets swole, ya know we bail
We are Memphis guys and we have money
Hooked up with my nigga 'cris, then we head to A-T-L
I met up with my friend Chris and we went to Atlanta
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "fuck you hoe!"
We are having fun, throwing elbows and telling women to leave us alone
Nigga rollin' out the 'Mo, snortin' that white shit up they nose
We are using drugs while driving
Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
We like this town and decided to stay
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found
Juicy J is really high and you can find me in a hidden place
Better use common sense, checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck
Use some common sense before trying to start something with me
And up, get yourself in this clique
Join us
Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut
I am wet and behind a handcuffed woman
Look, I'm from G-row ward
I am from a certain area of Memphis
Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck
We throw up our gang sign when it's time for action
Niggas in the back of the club postin' up
Guys are in the back of the club standing around
Waitin' for a nigga that's new so they can tuck
Waiting for someone new to intimidate
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
Get in here, no asking, and no tolerance unless you check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
She is with me and if you say anything, you will get killed
So abide by the code of the streets
Follow the rules of the streets
If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash
If you have a woman, keep her under control
'Cause Lil Fate creep in ya home while you gone
Because Lil Fate may sneak into your home while you are away
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets
You will come back and find semen on your sheets
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Paul Beauregard, Christopher Bridges, Darnell Carlton, Shondrae L Crawford, Jordan Houston, Bobby Sandimanie, Arbie Wilson
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Jamaal dagreatest
“Sippin' on six murdered ministers' sauce, salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail
Silenced for singin' so many sick songs of a place they call heaven, a skitzo from hell
Restin' upon my black throne n just spyin' on suspicious suspects while sittin' on souls
Sinister schemes I decipher the scribes of an ancient tools of past life voodoo and scrolls
Satanic insignia wrote on the scene it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of old testament days
Infinite SIX, eternal the SIX, forever the SIX, I sits outta the flames
Sick minded soldiers are suffering, seekin' and searching to slay with severe forms of pain
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the the stem to cause scorn with the thorn on my venomous tips
Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun daily as the rain wipes from my lips
Indulge yourself with the poisons and noises, money and drugs, material goals
I tell you how it shall profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul” Hardest verse of all time
James B
Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
Please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep
[Lord Infamous:]
Sippin' on six murdered ministers' sauce, salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail
Silenced for singin' so many sick songs of a place they call heaven, a skitzo from hell
Restin' upon my black throne n just spyin' on suspicious suspects while sittin' on souls
Sinister schemes I decipher the scribes of an ancient tools of past life voodoo and scrolls
Satanic insignia wrote on the scene it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of old testament days
Infinite SIX, eternal the SIX, forever the SIX, I sits outta the flames
Sick minded soldiers are suffering, seekin' and searching to slay with severe forms of pain
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the the stem to cause scorn with the thorn on my venomous tips
Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun daily as the rain wipes from my lips
Indulge yourself with the poisons and noises, money and drugs, material goals
I tell you how it shall profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul
[Gangsta Boo:]
I click so quick, my spells are slick
I'm comin' again with much more
You niggas be jealous cuz my profit sellin'
Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga-roes
Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention
Yo ass is in the clique, you fell in the click
Cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch
Yo peep this, my niggas be packin' artillery
Making yo ass whine
I'm packin' this bomb ass car
That's robbin yo ass blind all the time
You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese
Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga
That guy left on his knees?
Smokin' out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my mission
My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin'
So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch)
You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich
Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep
[DJ Paul:]
We creepin' up on these hoes wit the Mac-10, the Mac-12
Hit 'em wit the Mac-11, catch ya slippin at the 7-11
Put the slugs in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven
Seven little villains couldn't stop the six
Certainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six
Mafia on top a ya
Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank
Really tho, sissy ho, we up in ya house
Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch
Get 'em up wit galled off
Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about
Thug'd out, drugged out, already
Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy
Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it
Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch
While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit
Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it
Where ya runnin'? Da Three Six gunnin'
All bitches up out the Jeep
Hangin low and standin' high, stayin' high, on the mutha fuckin' street
[Crunchy Black:]
Should I let a nigga live?
Should I let a nigga die?
I should watch a nigga cry
While I sing dem lullaby
As da tears hit the floor
Dealin' shit, how not a roar?
Crunchy Black is not a whore
And Raven Red and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
Ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I wanna see is die
[Juicy J:]
You sleep at night we comin' thru yo mothafuckin' window pane
Make sure at night you shut it tight so the killer won't split ya brain
Don't make a move in ya room, you better believe it's a big surprise
Nuttin but them two like a Glock or a set infrared between ya eyes
Tie that bitch up
With the gray tape, rest of the body wrap it up with a belt
Chop, chop, chop
Cut the dead body up til ya know there's nothing left
Please stay sleep!
Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep
Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep
Smoke Senju
One of Infamous’s deepest most intricate verses. He completely transcended the triple consonant technique. Starting almost every line with the letter “S”. Dude was truly a genius
Debronski Hunt Jr
How u catch that? Crow was definitely a lyrical demon😈
Jamaal dagreatest
“Sippin' on six murdered ministers' sauce, salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail
Silenced for singin' so many sick songs of a place they call heaven, a skitzo from hell
Restin' upon my black throne n just spyin' on suspicious suspects while sittin' on souls
Sinister schemes I decipher the scribes of an ancient tools of past life voodoo and scrolls
Satanic insignia wrote on the scene it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of old testament days
Infinite SIX, eternal the SIX, forever the SIX, I sits outta the flames
Sick minded soldiers are suffering, seekin' and searching to slay with severe forms of pain
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the the stem to cause scorn with the thorn on my venomous tips
Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun daily as the rain wipes from my lips
Indulge yourself with the poisons and noises, money and drugs, material goals
I tell you how it shall profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul” Hardest verse of all time
😌Joe B.
omfg that's super HARD❗ 😎
David Francis
Lord Infamous was 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
talonmadc
Lol I think they defiantly are legitimate satanists fahso. Still hard af tho
JOHNNY EDWARD
Long life to Lord Infomous memory.
David Francis
Lord Infamous was on another level lyrically! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Angie Newsom
RIP Queen of Memphis!🙏💯❤️
SageLotusTarot [888•TEA•V]
This is on another level....forreal.....Three 6 mafia is a lot deeper and profound than they appear to be.
I like the perfect blend of heaven and hell cloaked in darkness for the purpose of spreading light by lacing us up on the devil's game in order for us to defeat it.
Fucking. Beautiful.