(Koopsta Knicca) I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch This little short young niggas in them caskets You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass hoe Better run by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo, and Scarecrow Theres a whole lotta demons in my world today Which means you run into a nigga like Koop a nutcase Here I can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night When I take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin' nine Now while Im kickin' niggas fiendin' Just to kill 'em though Before I go I get them Swishaz with them Navajos Upon tha mighty Mississippi Now can I fuckin' kick it You better answer quick Before I hit you for them riches
(Lord Infamous) Cuz them niggaz want to really try to jump up But they know they gonna catch a couple of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws I kick shit flyin' through tha air You wanna dare to test me ? I'm tha Infamous nightmare I wanna break some laws I practice secret forms of voodoo culture Dead flesh culture >From my pet vultures Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements Into my private temple in tha middle of Mount Everest Smokin pine as I sky dive off a mountain In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains Countin corpses in my black fortress In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits
(DJ Paul) See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil Knife And some thug ass fool I never seen in my life We roll in Bobby's 'Lac with tha gold bones and vogues Full grain Cloth top Steady pullin' them hoes Tha nigga that I didn't know said he had some on a weed And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth We dropped him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin' house I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to pass Make me really not trust his busta ass I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha bitch Not takin' no chances I'm knowin' it's a stick up But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin' To see what I'm all about But speakin to soon I got blasted When I stepped up out tha Cadillac Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9 I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign Lil Buck slamed right into them durves Baby you want to scoop me as I cross straight to tha curb My nigga Lil Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me >From tha last hoes who still stood on they feet Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right It was a long night
(Juicy "J") It was a long night when I was locked down in 201 Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it aint no fun Watch them niggas fight over phone calls Gettin' buck Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords Pullin' tha real killaz, GD's, Crips and Vice Lords Lower level aint a joke A nigga got his neck broke Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap But I wasn't goin cas a nigga like me kept my shank If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart It'll be a fight In 201 locked down It was a long ass night
(Lord Infamous) We caught them devils basement I walked down tha hallway Where tha walls are lined with candle light Sacraficin' Goin' it enter tha Triple Six Mafia gun room Soon I will choose tha weapon I find most appropriate For reasons I take tha Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10 Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper Grim Reaper and a Glock 19 Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16 Boo called tha Koopsta Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial Of the bodies Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope And held it on tha blunt can blow nothin' but red dope Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in Motha fuckin' Triple 6 assassinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
