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-