Текст (слова) песни: Tear The Club Up Thugs - Triple Six Clubhouse

 
{*helicopter noise*} 
 
[Lord Infamous] 
Pickin` up the murder scripts 
So come and dish it for the road 
And the code of the motherfuckin` Triple Six sitcom, ugh 
Makin` sketchin` the infetion from the rich and come along 
For the mark on your arm it`s the income 
Ball on to the next century, misery 
Scarecrow got a murder that is goin` down in history 
A train from the north 
A train from the south 
There isn`t 
But they all collided 
All the niggas died 
Cause the green and pride 
Cause I will persue you 
Screw you 
Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly 
Ride I`m seventh of the sign 
I`m the sniper you can`t find 
And my slug made of shiny jewelry 
Mr. Boogie Man, Fee Fie Fo Fum 
I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm 
I don`t give a fuck about your side 
You can be from L.A., Miami, or the N-Y 
 
Chorus (2x) 
We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house 
We got a plot for you already dug out 
I`m gonna run outside man 
And pop these thangs 
Wanna wanna come play in a black reign 
 
[Scarecrow] 
Hearses drivin round your house, voodoo hex 
Voodoo dolls restin on your bed throwin devil sets 
Sick sadistic, nothin up my sleeve 
Money boost blazin` quick just call me crow 
For he`s blaaay! 
Crow got a lust for the devilish bust 
And the Triple Six crush 
and a touch like Malachi 
Rollin` every spot 
lookin for yo` ass and we high 
With the infrerred sewn in his flesh 
And like some fuckin` disco lights 
We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts 
Meet me on your side of town 
Where they keep the graveyards 
Crush blasted rest lots of trash 
Empty shells cracked 
Cell City streets, black males found in blood trails 
Ain`t enough mail for all y`all to prevail 
So that we an put to sleep and they smeel while they pale 
Sippin on the salty wines of your sweet softy blood 
My name is Scarecrow, bitch you`re welcome to my club 
 
Chorus (2x) -fade on 2nd-
 

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