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1. _ Da Begining
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2. _ Gotta Touch 'em (pt. 2)
gotta touch em maine reapeatx2
You gotta touch em when you see dj mel making fresh beats we aint nothin but
Some killas u's a bithc and u actin like a snitc so fuck wit us,so dont play
Wit us,dont mess wit us ,cuz we da real deal ready to get us a platnim meal im
Starvin and hongry dont even try to be my homie i will get my 30-30rifel and
Let go some demon shit biooootch
Gotta touch em x4
So i park up on maplewood and i took a drank and i sen a skank i said come
Here bitch i want you to lick around my nuts she said cool 25$ i said bitch
Please you tipeen. so she got to lickin it was the best in the world so i
Started trippen.
Yea nigga we out we comin back but 4 now peace and im gon
Touch you
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3. _ In Da Game
Chorus
Dope game cocaine
Dope game dope dope cocaine...
Gangsta boo
Dope game
My game
Hoes lame
Its a shame
How the gangsta boo is gonna click up on you bitches manne
Gangsta boo is not the kind of bitch that will like get punked out
Looks are so decieving
Stupid bitch do you wanna fizzind out
How can ya bust a playa
Playahataz better listen close
If you try to buck me bitch
Im outie with you fucking soul
Yes the devils daughter
Kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip
Slip yo ass in a coffin
Because you run your fuckin lip
Hoe my game is thick
So stupid bitch dont ever test me hoe
If i fucked up once
You fuck up twice
So hoe you gotta go
Listen deep this pimpin
Really quick before i split your dome
Hoe you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid hoe its on
Juicy j
Just a flodgin ass nigga
With a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin g's
Everyday pushin plenty keys
Nigga dont know me
Cause i aint no phony
And i aint the nigga you can whoop and call me toby
Low key
On his ass
Waitin for the night to come
So i can kick down his door and make him give me some
Bitch i with a little young nigga age thirteen
Fucked up in town while i watched yo ass ride clean
Now that im grown up
From the hood i gained nuts
Nigga you gonna drop off that dope
Or feel the pain of a hollow tip
Rip through your shit or your fuckin brain
Thats what you get
When you choose to play the dope game
Bitch!
Chorus
Dj paul
Im at the cut
Droppin the fiend down with the monkey nuts
Im tired
Im hittin 'em short
I gotta get over
I dont give a fuck
The shit goes on from sun-up till sun-down
And on the tweleve i geuss
But now its time cut the shit
Wheres my mind at my best
I gotta test
A nigga to see what he got can a fool
Make you straight a couple of g |
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4. _ Back Against Da Wall
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5. _ Sweet Robbery (pt. 2)
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6. _ Da Summa
[lord infamous] intro
Uh- uhh, the three 6 mafia.
Loungin' in the studio.
Finna' give y'all a little demonstration
Of how we kick it here in the m-town
Finna' drop somethin' like this......
[dj paul]
See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, i'm blowin' the pack
Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater
They leavin' the park and hittin' the south park strip. ride
The south gatin' skatin' ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes
Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn't wait
We back at the crib sweatin' into the room
W-30's as (?) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
That's through a pimpsta's mode.
Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club friday's and saturday's special request made
Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage
Bangin' so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa
(chorus)
Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride
Ridin' through the door with my homies gettin' smoked out. in da summa.(4x)
[koopsta knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin' blunts
Black glocks that's in the ride fiendin' for a homicide
Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?)
That's how we always did it since i was a troubled kid
But we don't stop cuz our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa
[lord infamous]
Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Don't want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case i had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja's gone, da summa
(chorus 4x)
[juicy j]
Pass to little j, koop. then let's take a ride and shoot
To the high school, north side where the playaz rule
I'm scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
"can i get ya numba"
[gangsta boo] "i gotta man"
[juicy j]
Well i'm a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over i be hopin' they don't find the nine
Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam
Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' balla', yeah
Couldn't forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion
Project pat and the (?) shootin' teflon
Just a few homies who i grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in orange blossom (?) university. yeah
It's gettin' late and i'm ballin' down elvis street
Blowin' my horn tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday i'm out there tryin' to get a freak number
Thats how the juice is....in da summa
(chorus 4x)
[dj paul] outro
That's how we do it
So that's how it is
The three 6 mafia in the house for the '95
Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow
The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black
We out
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7. _ Break Da Law '95
chorus
Break da law, break da law...
(dj paul)
Nigga recognize tha triple 6 shit
It's so fuckin' thick
We gotta lay it down
We gotta spray
We gotta break ya bitch
Comin' up stays on my mind
So we gotta drop a busta
A playa hatin' nigga or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya wanna
It aint no thang i put my gun up
Midnight to sun up
Still break you manne in that m
Tha m-town
Niggas get buck non stop
Fuck off and learn the real meanin of a plastic glock
G gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em cuz i think hes bail
L lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell
O overnight we be rich when we touch the trick
C catch him slippin' he's so soft do 'em in quick
K killas on my payroll i gotta stay straight
19 if us fear from work there's no need to trade
Tha three 6 mafia real niggas know
Slaw in memphis tennessee
We down to break da law bitch..
Chorus
Break da law, break da law...
Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Comin comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Comin up from the back buckin' niggas down
Cause when you duck we hit you with the bat
(dj paul)
Pass me tha glock so i can get buck
A mean frown stay on my face cuz i dont give a fuck
Loced out afro
And a big fila coat
14 carat gold
Smile and a bone around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the looms
For them niggas that trick it in
Im stickin' up them tracks they boom
Shakin' like a mothafucka when i lock you down tight
In tha chevy trunk with nothin' but nails to dig for yo life
Fool it ain't no game you gotta die the devil sent me
Six in yo chest who's next?
No niceness in me
Tha killas up in my crew they take no shit
Niggas you better run
We bout it bitch
No nigga dont play
[we roll with automatic guns]
Step up with the hoe shit
Nigga we gotta close shop
[juice on the bugler do a 9 leavin' you hoes to rott]
Big cam with a punk
Malekie with a attitude
Smith & wesson in his hand
Blowed tha bitch out his shoes
Break da law
Chorus
(juicy "j")
*repeat x4*
Southside northside westside eastside
Get buck mothafucka get buck...
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8. _ Mystic Stylez
(dj paul)
Ah yea,
We finna get ready to bump that smoked out, loced out, part two,
Mystic stylez, 3-6 mafia in da hoe,
We finna do that dat sheeeeeit...
Chorus
Mafia...
(playa fly)
Bustaz get so dazed and amazed
As lil' fly inject
Memories of smoked out loced out puffed out as them demons dance
Playaz lookin' wild
Stole our style
Devils in me so
Fly can get so violent
But so silent when i'm on that blow
Enhance my skills to make me treal
Treal enough to kill at will
Will i kill you
Fly will peel you off da map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Ummmm, call it mystic stylez cause fly sytles so mystic bitch
(mc mack)
The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the click that's known as triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we dont love 'em
In a trunk is where i stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor i deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when im killin' cluckers busta duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar that i'm spittin' game
Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
Layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can i man
(koopsta knicca)
Mystic styles of the ancient mutalations
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the wrath of the fuckin' devil nation
Three 6 mafia creation of satan
(gangsta boo)
With my styles i slit
Yo body bitch
That i will chop to pieces
No fuckin' clue to da 5.0 click
No fuckin' witnesses an...
They only saw da mask of jason that i had on my face
The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why i got away safe
I blaze da bunt up in da air just to relax and get high
Da moon is full and all i see is 6-6-6 in da sky
The three 6 mafia
Tha devils daughter bitch is so wild
Whateva you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to my mystic style
(lachat)
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun
A nigga wit tha 9's showin' these bitches they can't get none
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches wit anamosity
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas
Cause these hoes can't fuck wit me
Lachat got tha gat
Creepin' up from tha back
Chrome tone now it's on
Neva love a nigga joan
Cause i'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off niggas dicks
Man hoe takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they dont know about
Suckas be talkin' that shit i'm puttin' these funky niggas on da house
(chruncy black)
Mystic styles in my head as i smoke on a blunt
Yo crunchy black da demon child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you off runnin' yo mouth with tha weak ass shit
You need to keep it closed
Trick before you get yo wig split
A candle light the demon night is what it have to be
Another problem for tha folks on unsolved mysteries
Ya thought i was dead
Naw instead i just faked on yo ass
And now i'm back wit that mask and i'm ready to blast
(koopsta knicca)
Now tell me something has emerged
[i don't know, but there's something here]
Legions of demons
[cas a nigga finna]
Rip 'em in plenty trick
[for a date with my smith & wesson]
Bitch you living
Now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his legs
Cut him down
Bitch with mass up in his town
Niggas bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to that koopsta bitch
[da wicked witch or horror]
Horror da chambers tha demons
They came up
To feed off your soul fool be livin' ya anger
Now ya lifes in danger
(lord infamous)
Evil...
Known as the murderous vocalist
Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit
Approachin da scarecrow'll butchure and
Tearin' up niggas wit double edge
Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy
Let the lord infamous light up da melody
Every nigga that try to compare with the
Triple 6 mafia won't get through therapy.
When you walk through the wilderness
Be very quiet lord infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the boobie traps
Make up the scarecrow is out there ya only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother ben dunigan
Rest in peace he taught me bout these mean streets
So therefore nigga you dont wanna come deal with the mafia
We'll drop you deep down beneath
The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity
With the style thats mystic
(juicy "j")
Deep when we creep
Take yo last breath
Roll up yo tombstone
Smoke a blunt of death
Beware
The juice'll leave ya fuckin' hoes in terror
And scared of the mystic styles of them 3-6 devils
Who eva step up to this click then ya doomed
Cruise wit my harpoon
Straight through yo heart fool
Soon i'll have you in tha trance
Swearin hearin' evil chants
Two knifes stuck down in my pants
Bustas do not stand a chance
(dj paul)
See im'ma cold hearted killa like murderer al kapone
Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break ya bones
A glock 19, 95 i cause ya early death
Ya walkin' triple 6 streets so foo watch ya step
We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane
Robbin' or workin' these hoes foo it aint no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations
Pimpin' so hard that i got locked down for some tax evasion
Killas & theves is all i ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass tec 9'll make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By da one in da chamber of da glock i got in my draws
I got my cap to the side
Watchin' my fuckin' back
My dopes across the street in the grass when i'm sweatin the track
Satan worshipper
The thug i be my profile read my file
I be enemy child for a while within' a mystic style
Aww yea it's like this for da 95'
Just like last year
You cant fuck wit us...
Beeeooooooooooootch!
Butt-head: hehe, you dumbass
{beavis & butt-head laughing}
(juicy "j")
Yeah juicy "j" aka da juice up in this bitch and i'm out
(playa fly)
Yea, thiz lil' fly up in this mothafucka
Straight from funkytown hoe
(gangsta boo)
Gangsta boo up in this mu-fucka you know what i'm sayin'
Kickin' these satanic verses i'm out hoe
*laughing*
(lachat)
This lachat up in this mu-fucka tellin all these hoes to take they
Ana to tha floo i'm out
(koopsta knicca)
Yeah, koopsta knicca up in this birch with that midevil shird
(dj paul)
Yeah, dj paul up in this muthafucka
Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this hoe
(lord infamous)
Lord infamous, da scrarecrow in this muthafucka
Tha mystical one nigga
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9. _ All Or Nothin'
(lord infamous)
Gotta have a big fat
Bank account not pitty amounts
Bud by the pounds
fuck a mothafuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib
All digital studio
And some down ass hoes for the road
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'
They bitches with a punch bowl of weed
I call it bud in bed
On the spread
Plenty cash dropin blunt ashes on they ass
A bed with hydrolix
Liqour cause i'm alcoholic
No college for my knowlege
Cause i knew how to make profits
Don't like expensive clothes
Just the gangsta aparrel
Grab my route foul
As i walk down the threshold
Black as a shadow
Smoke loc vehicle
Hit triple 6 up on my motorola portable
Keepin' it key low pro flow
In the studio
Part time jiggalo
Rock a show to make some dough
Lord infamous
Mafios a gangsta pimp playa
Got on my brand new scarecrow underwear
600 acre marajuana field in my backyard
Smokin banana leaves on my lawn chair
Playa cause a room
Full of mothafuckin' bombs and artillery
All fuckin' century i need
Chorus
Plenty money and dope
Alot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how i like to live
I want it all or nothin'
(juicy "j")
Back in the days i was broke
No joke
Fucked up in town
No g's no hope
A nigga used to hike home from school
On the bike trail
Wishin' one day this rap shit'll probably make me bail
Lil' ??? was the niggas i used to hang with
Andre and big trese
North memphis bound bitch
Hangin' on evergreen corners
Holdin' my fuckin' nuts
Watchin' freaks walk by
Sayin dirty bitch wassup
But they wasn't goin'
Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam
A mean four way
With the grain wood his ass in
95.0 chevy thang with the vogues
But i used to catch the bus
And lounge and the china store
I just couldn't wait
Tryin' to rap to get my final break
Juicy "j" aka the juice i want it on my tape
Sell and make money
So the niggas in my hood'll know
Any one wanna ride i'll be singin' this chorus
Chorus
(dj paul)
In the 9-5
I decided fuck this underground tape shit
Stack some cheese
So quit puts on my disses
Tryin' to break bitch
Kinda quick kinda fast
To a bigger studio
Bullshit producers tryin' to fuck me up my asshole
Tradin' ass niggas sayin' they do
Just enough for me
If you ain't for real
Then keep it to yourself
Cause see i ain't got time
Plus aint in a mood for playin no fuckin games
You promise me somethin and i dont get it
I gotta lay ya down mane
But i ain't and i'm not nigga
I gotta make more than i did in the 9
For whatever it takes it wont be easy
Cause in they never why
In dough it better stay like this
Or get greater
Cause if a nigga fuck me now
I promise hell pay for it later
That's why i be tru to my game
And i learned the business
Cause you will straight be missin'
Without a witness
I want a pound of weed
And a candy face in the den
A bank account with a mill
And a 95 benz
Chorus
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10. _ Live By Yo Rep (b.o.n.e. Dis)
[lord infamous]
Well, lord infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in they flesh.
Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soakin' it down in their chest.
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
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11. _ Tear Da Club Up
chorus
Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up
(dj paul)
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit
The three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38
You wanna take this click to war
Fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shit
We got some graves for ya body already dug and shit
Infamous grab the cali with a 100 rounds
Koopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards down
Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga name shae
On the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the pain
I thought you knew that i'm from memphis where the shit is so thick
When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shit
Gangsta boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357
Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven
Triple 6 bitch!
Chorus
(lord infamous)
Deadly
We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions
Niggas getting lynchin' from the triple 6 anti-christians
May i mention
The slugs i steadily blast cause im unmerciful
Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga
See death is unreversable
Hardness is your fantasy
Death is not fiction on you bitches
Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians
Executioner style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees
Await till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezers
Teflon penetrating an the penalties that leave punishment
Then me and my triple 6 we gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick
I could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and gone
Three 6 mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones
Memphis is the fuckin city where lord infamous loves to bail
And just like i said before
Bitch come with me to hell
Everybody in this house you niggas know what's up
Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up
Chorus
(juicy "j")
Tear da club up nigga tear da club up
All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up
Yes
I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast
When i pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass
Paul thowin' chairs in tha air
Koopsta locin' up
Fly takin' cash from yo ass
Mr. stick em up
Fuck da damn sucurity
Fuck a muthafuckin cop
If they kick me out da club
I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
Grab the club owner, put the rich bitch
In the trunk
Take 'em out and take his money then i spit on da punk
Now i'm crunk
Breakin bottles up against da fuckin' wall
Shootin tones at them fools
Till them jealous bustas fall
Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin'
We gon' burry all you hoes
Slicin' bitches right in half
Stompin 'em straight through tha floor
Niggas talkin plenty shit
But they aint buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up
Chorus
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12. _ Big Bizness (screwed)
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13. _ Long Nite
(koopsta knicca)
I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch
This little short young niggas in them caskets
You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass hoe
Better run by koopsta, crunchy, juice, paul, boo, and scarecrow
Theres a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into a nigga like koop a nutcase
Here i can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night
When i take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin' nine
Now while im kickin' niggas fiendin'
Just to kill 'em though
Before i go i get them swishaz with them navajos
Upon tha mighty mississippi
Now can i fuckin' kick it
You better answer quick
Before i hit you for them riches
(lord infamous)
Cuz them niggaz want to really try to jump up
But they know they gonna catch a couple
Of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws
I kick shit flyin' through tha air
You wanna dare to test me ?
I'm tha infamous nightmare i wanna break some laws
I practice secret forms of voodoo culture
Dead flesh culture
>from my pet vultures
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements
Into my private temple in tha middle of mount everest
Smokin pine as i sky dive off a mountain
In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains
Countin corpses in my black fortress
In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits
(dj paul)
See it was me, lil buck, and my nigga lil knife
And some thug ass fool i never seen in my life
We roll in bobby's 'lac with tha gold bones and vogues
Full grain
Cloth top
Steady pullin' them hoes
Tha nigga that i didn't know said he had some on a weed
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese
I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth
We dropped him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin' house
I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to pass
Make me really not trust his busta ass
I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch
Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha bitch
Not takin' no chances i'm knowin' it's a stick up
But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup
Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin'
To see what i'm all about
But speakin to soon i got blasted
When i stepped up out tha cadillac
Vision blur i'm seein' 9-9
I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign
Lil buck slamed right into them durves
Baby you want to scoop me as i cross straight to tha curb
My nigga lil knife let tha tech start rippin' me
>from tha last hoes who still stood on they feet
Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood
That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right
It was a long night
(juicy "j")
It was a long night when i was locked down in 201
Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it aint no fun
Watch them niggas fight over phone calls
Gettin' buck
Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck
Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords
Pullin' tha real killaz, gd's, crips and vice lords
Lower level aint a joke
A nigga got his neck broke
Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap
But i wasn't goin cas a nigga like me kept my shank
If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint
Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart
It'll be a fight
In 201 locked down
It was a long ass night
(lord infamous)
We caught them devils basement
I walked down tha hallway
Where tha walls are lined with candle light
Sacraficin'
Goin' it enter tha triple six mafia gun room
Soon i will choose tha weapon i find most appropriate
For reasons i take tha smith & wesson and a mac 10
Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper
Grim reaper and a glock 19
Crunchy black he took tha goddamn m-16
Boo called tha koopsta
Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial
Of the bodies
Lets put them on unsolved mysteries
Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope
And held it on tha blunt can blow nothin' but red dope
Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in
Motha fuckin' triple 6 assassins
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14. _ Now I'm High Pt. 3
Chorus
Triple 6
Triple triple 6 smoked out
Now im high
Feelin' high
Mained on my doggy style
(playa fly)
Fly so high in funkytown
Mega blunts i gotta smoke
Snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin'
Blowin' heavy holy dope
Playa fuckin' rest
By that funk
Crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than lil fly
Till you snote that p
P-funk got me goin'
Hoe blowin' on montana pack
Blunt just put me under
But that snizote put me back on track
Bustas blinded by my smoke
How you like my smokin' screen
Playa got that evil grin and tonin' got me lookin' mean
Fly got swishers full of blink
Time to snort a white hoe bitch
Next she tell me fly dont need it but fly say
Mane fuck that shit
Suckers fill my atmosphere
Hoe you should know open your ear
Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear
Standin in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain
Hour by the hour ain't no coward cause i'm blowin' man
If you say i'm sprung
Body numb
Triple 6 and fly
Funkytown fly bound and now i know you know im really high
Chorus
(gangsta boo)
Smoked out loced out killas
Aint takin' nothin' from you niggas
So back the fuck up before the devil daughter click a
On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger hoe
Hoe its on this shit is on its on now hit the fuckin' floor
Oh my god i hear some voices tellin' me to kill
Is it them triple 6 niggas mane is that shit for real
Tha jason mask
On your ass
When i'm gonna blast
Your soul i'll take
The ground will shake as i begin to laugh
I light the candle sticks a crucifix about to take place
The devils daughter
Gangsta boo is out to catch a case
Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta hoe
I must be on your mind
Stupid bitch
I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine
You know im comin'
Don't you go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga
A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa
You think i'm shakin' hell naw bitch
You wanna test
My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla
Some hollow points up in your chest
Chorus
(lord infamous)
Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up
Like much of the herb
The indos creating illusion my thoughts of confusion
My vision is blurred
The aroma of the marijuana
The black of the smoke changing into black clouds
Deep down in the dungeons
My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
Your soul is horrified
I0t's falling from the sky
The three 6 anti-christ
Bloody seven seas
The blackness in my eyes
I hear an angel crie
Now i lay down to die
Come and burn with me
In scarecrows passed life
I feel kinks an i ruled by the spilling of blood fleshing guts
Now i'm back and im more murderous
And i'm known as that mad nigga named lord infamous
The scarecrow could never come deeper
The flow if i wasn't so full of that dope you know
Triple 6 blownin' that weed and we keepin'
The scene and the sterile all in us
And the lights of the dim and we grab the
We pappin' the bone and
We take all that smoke to our lungs
A nigga got love for the bud
And i'm smokin it up until ?
When i'm getting crushed by the shotgun and smokin'
Like it until da break of dawn
Seriously circulating while the devil was takin'
The souls of my sinister wand
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15. _ Fuckin' Wit Dis Click
-?scream?-
How can you have faith in a god
That can not even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos-only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity (eternity)
(juicy-j)
The end of the world
I can see it comin'
So i pack my nine millimeters and i start
Huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Man these hoes will never quit until ya
Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown
In a ditch
Which one of you
Niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
Backed up by an a-k
Fore you go to bed at night you bitches
Better kneel and pray
Cause when it's business
We takin' care our business
I'm cappin' on any punk witness
Or any foo wanna get in it
Man this shit is real
Not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind
A nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain
Run up and you'll get your brains-blown
To the side of the curb with that plastic
Thang-thang meaning glock 19
With the 20 clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this
Chorus x4
Therefore all you clicks, and you clans
And you crews
Fuckin',fuckin' with this click
And we gon' bring it to your ass
(koopsta knicca)
Man for a pety crime i swear i'll die
Before i do some time
Bitch the koopsta massive when i murder
With the muthafuckin' plastic nine
Corpses that we tortured in the chevy
Voices won't let me rest
Could this be the end yet
Or a message sent from satan (nigga omens)
They open the gates of horror
For them horror lords
We tortured the cases who arrested
The faces of triple six
Devil shit sorcerer
(kill that bitch, chop that bitch)
Or you might get caught on a crucifix
I'm sick of that burning inside of my
Cradle i'm wishin' that he could just come
Yet
This nina gots no trigger so i'm clickin'
Real quick like a serial killa mon'
Straight from that south for real'a
I'll buck you dead my nigga
And it's a shame when i dropped'em off
The break mane
In return i got no thangs
I went in dark room fool koop be jackin'
For their thang
Everytime i see's you slippin'
I go and load up my mac-10 (mac-10)
Victims of my devil's playground
Come burn with me until the end
Chorus x4
(lord infamous)
Tossin' the dead body over my shoulder
And sure to break out with my shovel
Or let evil look forward
And i start to dig up and toss in the body
And give up more money as bank of the sore
Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe
And i think a big sack
Been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems
They bring to renown cause a triple six
Night to rescore
Split rists with nee-dles in my fists
And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks
No i'm not a christian
But i'm mentally ill and i don't
Understand all the reasons
Well i think it's killin' season
And neither does my schitzophrenic friends
So therefore nigga due to my mental
Defocalty
Scarecrow is only entertained
By helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood
Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in
20 gauge
Finally thinkin' like i was fright-nit-ting
I'm havin'no thoughts
Of the lives i've done lost
When i'm blazin' the streets with gauge fire
Cause i'm havin' a halloween slaughter
It turned my gun focal
Just thank micheal myers
No mutilation's paralyzations
Got no patience when i'm chasin'
Down a patient
Tryin' to thwart assassination
Chorus x4
(dj paul)
I'm on a cross lucifer please cut me free (cut me free)
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out my feet (nails out my feet)
My cross turns upside down
And finally i'm loose
I flip the land and released the others who sinned, tha scarecrow and the juice
I look to the sky and all i could say was
"finally it's on again"
No lord could stop us now
Cause the demons reborn again
My praise
The first power found me
So i could never coward out
A mind for murder but the barrel couldn't tell you half about this antichrist
Look into my eyes tell me what you see
The demonic man about scarecrowism
Saints can you feel me
I try for years and years
Sinkin' this one day of depression
Stormy weather and church bells
Ringin' to the election of a new-follower
Follow me into the trees
Watch me rob adam
And watch me rape eve
In this eve of destruction
Most will probably wonder
Will dj paul, the triple six click
And hell take'them under
-laughter-
(juicy j)
Bitch, now never
-laughter-
-sounds of rain and church bells fade-
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