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The Prophet Posse

Triple Six Club House

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Текст песни The Prophet Posse - Triple Six Club House

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[* Static *][* Helicopter *][* Lord Infamous talking in the background *]Pickin` up the murder scriptsSo come audition for the roleIn the cold of the motherfuckin` Triple Six sitcom, ughNiggaz catchin` the infection from the rich and come alongFor the mark on ya arm, it`s the incomeBall on to the next century miseryScarecrow got a murder that is goin` down in historyA train from the North, a train from the SouthThere isn`t, but they all collided throughAll the niggas died, cause of greed and prideCause I will pursue you, screw youPut a slug through you, the voodoo brutally rightI`m the seventh of the sign, I`m the sniper you can`t findAnd my slug made of shiny jewelryMr. Boogie Man, fee fie foe fumI smell some money in his hand, take his side ughI don`t give a fuck, about your sideYou can be from L-A, Miami, or the N-Y[Chorus: repeat 2X]We gonna take you to the Triple Six club houseWe got a plot for you already dug outI`m gonna run outside man, and pop these thangsWanna, wanna come play in the black rain[* Beat changes in second verse *]Hearse`s drivin` round your house, hoodoo hexVoodoo dolls bouncin` on your bed, throwin` devil setsSix, ah diss stick, nothin` up my sleeveMoney boost blazin` quickness, call me CrowFor he`s blaaay! Crow got a lust for that devilish bustAnd the Triple Six crushAnd I touch like Malachi, rollin` every spotLookin` for you ass and we hotWith the infrared sewn in his fleshJust like some fuckin` disco lightsWe gonna cut ya into itty bitty partsMeet me on your side of townWhere they keep the graveyardsCrush blast, dead rats, lots of trashEmpty shells, crack sells, city streetsBlack males found in blood trailsAin`t nann enough mail for all y`all to prevailSo the weak get put to sleep, and they smell while they paleSippin` on the salty wines of your sweet, softy bloodMy name is Scarecrow bitch, yo` welcome to my club[Chorus] - repeat 2X to fade

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