Lirik Lagu Destruction Terror - Three 6 Mafia
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ChorusDestruction terror and mayhemPass me a.....
(Koopsta Knicca)Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guyI got the nine on my sideBut let me tell you whyInside the blackness of the skiesLie the fuckein' robbersCan I call it off you got the dopeYou got this coke right on yaHow could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chestWe had to spreadAw yeah but guess what happened nextMe and my six niggas had to rip them temples inI didn't want to kill 'emBut I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'
(DJ Paul)Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'chaWe cockin' 45's to yo templeLet the bullet hit'chaWe ain't gonna stopMark my wordAin't no shootin' in there everEnemies ain't birdsAll this medicine done made me crazyI'm starting to lace itI should've stopped a long time agoBut I was lazyYou sissy son of a bitchYou need to turn yo self inWe want'cha bad in the southThe quicker you payThe quicker the payment be
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(Juicy "J")It's about 1'oclock AM in my hoodIn my set 4 deep in the steamerGettin' high'Bout to we me a motherfucka upAftermath when I blastLeave a motherfucka buckedLayin' down in the grassNiggas acting like they hardPullin' cardsBut they fakeNiggas claiming that they badLooking mad for they traitTalk down on a playaBut they smile in yo faceWe gonna ride on you foolsGet away without no case
(Gangsta Boo)Hoes killing me softlyTrying to put me to the testGive me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neckI be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoesLate nightCreeping bitch at your boyfriends doorNever be out to playa hateStrictly out for my richesI ain't got time for this shitCause it's money over bitchesBustas be telling me to leaveNiggas stay out of mineWho gives a damn what you thinkBitch I'm prophet for life
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(Lord Infamous)Never take her for the reasons of a killaSix dimensionsLet the ammunition take you throughThe darkness of the solar systemMalice murderers of many menMultiply incisionsThey certain their visionGet them percision and death permissionBest believeI keep them over seventeenUp in any magazineCuaght the wicked packedThat fool is jacked and catch a casualityHaving the capacityTo try to pull a strap on meBut Infamous is coming with the motherfuckin' stack of theTeflon plated served peala'I do not recommend fucking with ScarcrowNigga got you making tons of enemiesTriple that much in artilleryShowing no love for not anythingPopping yo head to the butcher swingPolish the blade on the guillotinePut that bitch out his miseryFuck a hoe out the galaxyInfamous with a fatalityThere's no way you can imagineBodies stacked up on the battle sceneLiving pyschopatheticlyScarecrow terror Tennessee
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(Koopsta Knicca)Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guyI got the nine on my sideBut let me tell you whyInside the blackness of the skiesLie the fuckein' robbersCan I call it off you got the dopeYou got this coke right on yaHow could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chestWe had to spreadAw yeah but guess what happened nextMe and my six niggas had to rip them temples inI didn't want to kill 'emBut I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'
(DJ Paul)Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'chaWe cockin' 45's to yo templeLet the bullet hit'chaWe ain't gonna stopMark my wordAin't no shootin' in there everEnemies ain't birdsAll this medicine done made me crazyI'm starting to lace itI should've stopped a long time agoBut I was lazyYou sissy son of a bitchYou need to turn yo self inWe want'cha bad in the southThe quicker you payThe quicker the payment be
Chorus
(Juicy "J")It's about 1'oclock AM in my hoodIn my set 4 deep in the steamerGettin' high'Bout to we me a motherfucka upAftermath when I blastLeave a motherfucka buckedLayin' down in the grassNiggas acting like they hardPullin' cardsBut they fakeNiggas claiming that they badLooking mad for they traitTalk down on a playaBut they smile in yo faceWe gonna ride on you foolsGet away without no case
(Gangsta Boo)Hoes killing me softlyTrying to put me to the testGive me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neckI be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoesLate nightCreeping bitch at your boyfriends doorNever be out to playa hateStrictly out for my richesI ain't got time for this shitCause it's money over bitchesBustas be telling me to leaveNiggas stay out of mineWho gives a damn what you thinkBitch I'm prophet for life
Chorus
(Lord Infamous)Never take her for the reasons of a killaSix dimensionsLet the ammunition take you throughThe darkness of the solar systemMalice murderers of many menMultiply incisionsThey certain their visionGet them percision and death permissionBest believeI keep them over seventeenUp in any magazineCuaght the wicked packedThat fool is jacked and catch a casualityHaving the capacityTo try to pull a strap on meBut Infamous is coming with the motherfuckin' stack of theTeflon plated served peala'I do not recommend fucking with ScarcrowNigga got you making tons of enemiesTriple that much in artilleryShowing no love for not anythingPopping yo head to the butcher swingPolish the blade on the guillotinePut that bitch out his miseryFuck a hoe out the galaxyInfamous with a fatalityThere's no way you can imagineBodies stacked up on the battle sceneLiving pyschopatheticlyScarecrow terror Tennessee
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