Prophet Posse - Triple Six Club House Lyrics
helicopter-murmurs] Pickin' up to the muder scripts So come and dish it for the road And the code of the mother*****in' Triple Six sitcom ugh Makin' sketchin' the infetion from the rich and come along For the mob on you or it's the income Ball on to the next century misery Strike em' got a murder that is goin' down in history A train from the north Or train from the south There isn't But they all collided through The niggas died Cause the green and pride Cause I will prosue you Screw you Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly Ride on seventh of the sign On the sniper you can find That my slug made em' shiney jewelry Mr. Boogy Man if I fall from I smell some money in his hand Take his side ugh I don't give a ***** About you side You can be from L-A, Miami, or the N-Y Chorus x2 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 Hers's drivin' round your house Who do you hate Voodoo dolls restin' on you bed throw devil setts Aix ahh diss stick Nothin' up my sleeve Money boost blazin' quick just call me crow's For he's blaaay! Co got a luss for the devilish bus And the Triple Six crash And I touch like malencholy Rollin' every spot Lookin' for you ass and we hot With the infrerred sewn in his flesh And like some *****in' for life 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 shades cracked Sim City streets Black males found in blood trails Ain't not enough mall for all ya'll to provail So that we an put to sleep and they smeel while they pale Sipin' on the soft wines of your weet softy blood My name is Scarecrow With yo welcome to my club Chorus x2
