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Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Spill My Blood

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Chorus x2Have they come to spill my bloodHave they come to sentence meWill I leave here with my life my lordIf the law men capture me(Scarecrow)Lord Infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunterNigga I come from the land down underUp the from the groundYou don`t want to rumbleOr cry roundToss and tumbleMy voodoo do so my poetryNow chicken blood or poultyMy victim been shookBy a pack of coyoteSoarin` through the nightDown to the trees, packed tightWith two some on shakesNo rubber with a paratroopIn fields with parachutesDown to the blueNo matter however, can`t hold em` for foreverDead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower pedalsYes the consequences, are your choice, my dredCause Lord Infamous will gainA healthy bounty for your head(DJ Paul)I`m wakin` upTossin` and turnin`Like in a scuffleMy words aren`t clear, rarely I speak, speakMy voice is muffled, muffledMy hands over my faceThey done got meI`m startin` to feel woozyThey done shot meThe same fools I done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleepOne them hoes survivedNow they creeped on me(Crunchy Blac)Fool we got your ass nowSo what`s upIsn`t you quiet, just because we got your ass muffMuffled like bag your mouthShouldn`t of ran your mouthTalkin` about you gonna creepWhile we was sleep, but it was just no doubt(Scarecrow)Now the tables have turnedAnd in the mist of the morgueYour funky sould burn niggaChorus x2(Gangsta Boo)Ten times out of twelvenine times out of tenGansta Boo is in it to winProphet rider till the endSmokin` weedGettin` twisted more and sippin` havin` thoughtsThoughts about a niggaI remember what that trick had boughtKept that visine in my purseGet a rental car from HertzCall my niggas from the Three 6, tell em` about the plan firstOoh weeeeCan it be, another song we done madeFakin` on no damn jacks A bitch gots to get paidCome on prophets, now it`s onNigga, It`s like that home aloneLike white boy fuckin`Lets go get this bitchMan nigga gone, done deal stupid trickNow you know this lady bitchSwing go gets highScott free with your shit(Juicy J)For all the dirtThat I did to my wifeForgive me lordEach and every nightCroked copsPull a gun don`t fightBlow you away, leave you out of sightSearch a nigga from the shirt to pantsNothin` on meBut a sack ass canCannon I, With empty shotsBucket cleanThey find a couple of gramsTons of dopeThat that nigga don`t knowThe Juice manCan`t be cuttin` no broTryed the cuffsBut the nigga didn`t goBroke his throatWith a quick left blowNow it`s on, and the chase beginsCuttin the corner, shirt blowin` in the windDog on my trailAnd he pickin` up the scentK-0 copsKill a four legged friendJump in the lexVoodoo like a hexDog confused, in they mind complexFuck the red light, ballin` on my setCops on my trail, cause I let you restHop in the car, ran two more blocksPut in reverse, then I heard the gun shotsDoin` a hundred, so I couldn`t get poppedOfficer friendly, on the trip nonstopChorus...till fade

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