Triple Six Clubhouse (Tear da Club Up Thugs)

[helicopter noise] 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 pursue 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 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 fuck About your side You can be from L-A, Miami, or the N-why 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 want to want to come play in a black reign Hers's drivin' round your house Who do you hate Voodoo dolls bouncein' on you bed throwin' devil setts Six ahh dished it Nothin' up my sleeve Money boost blazin' quick just call me crow For he's blaaay! Crow got a luss for the devilish bus And the Triple Six crush 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 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 not enough mall for all ya'll to provail 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 your welcome to my club Chorus (2x) -fade on 2nd-