[Juicy J] Ain't no where to run, ain't no where to hide Cause we makin' death threat phone call, plenty killas right outside Waitin' for you to make a move, waitin' for you to make a move When I get my hands on you ain't no tellin' what I'll do Train those kids from homeless schools Chopped up bodies in the tube Burnin' in the back yard. Use the blood to fill my pool Fill it up with nothin' left Tape record the face of death Evil forces in my mind tellin' me to kill myself
[Lord Infamous] I shall fulfill your every desire Tied up to my bed made off hot barbed wire Take the stash to the (..?..) of your living room Black magic wicked Voodoo Turn the furnace high run outside Tonight, tonight your fire They close to the (?) and the multi (?) Eternal miss a (?) when they bake the (?) Fuck the punishments, hearts of unholiness
[Koopsta Knicca] Takin' to be crazy bang. That blood be red, red Three 6 won't you tell me if you feel me? Teat that poppin' and droppin' inside the mon C'mon everybody sing a song cause he's gone Bow down Koopsta holdin' that gun, Koopsta holdin' that gun Buck'em down only one But he looked me in my eyes, but i cant help it So make me out to kill a bitch before he help a bitch
[DJ Paul] Murda, Murda my intention. Came a new dimension Neitha' do I mention. The drugs we fill in your system We sticked'em with needles and feet the feat is beat us if you dare to Sicker than fevers, meat clevers, leave us to the bed roof Don't answer the phone it might be the one that you been dodgin' fool Don't answer the phone it might be the one thats at the window crew Just cut off the ring and let me make a way to your soul Behind the T.V. in the corner with your eyes closedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
