(Gangsta Boo) I tried to warn 'em now they gunna Feel the bitches of the devil's daughter Horror all because they followed up from sites so quick in sorrow There is no tomorrow Armageddon is here to close it and Smoking on some green Thinking of a plan to rob a man ScareCrow my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit? Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch? It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all Who got them 9s? Who got them Tecs? Fuck alla y'all!
(ScareCrow) Psychodelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope What would happen if I traveled back in time, And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote? The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by the rapper Lord Infamous ScareCrow Happiness is not even an option my friend it is something that you'll never know Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies, sea monsters and sorcery, Witches, genies, be-witches Give the ScareCrow permission Keys to the door way from all the regions of your mind I explain the unexplainable myths and times
[Chorus: Scarecrow (repeat 4X)] Triple 6 is my mindstate Pre-occupied with devil shit Trying to survive through this crime rate
(DJ Paul) Sitting on the porch Trying to torch To the light green Weed then proceed To my mission as I allocate Meanwhile the sunset Trees blowing spookiness Twist the doorknob, torn my bible inside was the massive Tec So I snooped Coop and boop Load up and take a two with me man Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint Kick some doors Put some hoes On some mother fucking floors Giving a mother fucking ching, ching hoe before you go and smoke
(Koopsta Knicca) Forget yo G's, forget yo dead Where your little kids at? Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent, though he was guilty they figured Not knowing that he was a mafia member A mafia member fell tossed in the river Using his skull Denting his wood Blood scattered all over the place no one scared for someone that saw all they face None of them got them a murder case Laying in disguise Get the Lies out they minds As they fly high wide In disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white
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(Juicy J) Is it Friday the 13th? Are you niggas scared? As I cock my gun back Put a bullet through your head I split them dreads Whatever, whatever You better beware The evilest scare Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air I got them glocks So if you run you'll hear them pop And then you'll drop I'll come up on you and never stop Till I reach that point To wipe you out you hoes and haters Smoke you like joints You should have prayed to God to save ya
(Crunchy Black) It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway Paul rode up in a viper man I jumped on the passenger seat and that's when he like started to explain How we gunna touch these hoes Shake them hoes Put 'em in a viper trunk Roll 'em to our stash spot And then we cut they body upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
