Lord Infamous - It Was Triple Six lyrics

[Hook] 2x b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six Shootin' motherf**ers at point blank range [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Deadly measures out the consequence, I pray for apocalypse I quickly drop you b**h, feel the flame of the arsonist Bullets knocking n***as down, as if they were heat seekin' Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican Slaughtering motherf**ers Don't give a damn if people are watching Pa**in' n***as droppin' out a black van like a SWAT team I'm stalking, watch me, a weaponary master Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture Step into the dark rows, hoe, but you didn't know These bloody, scary grounds were hunted by the Scarecrow Maze of the horrifying terror to the maximum Keep it up the devils will Lord Infamous s** murderer (?) ya guts, come with us the real astonishment The place where corpses hang like motherf**in' ornaments Busta a** n***a ... Motherf**ers eyes, I will permanently close them [Hook] 2x b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six Shootin' motherf**ers at point blank range [Verse 2: Juicy J] I'm comin' thru the crowd with this motherf**in' nine tone Camouflage in the dark, with a pair of Locs on Lettin' these n***as know that I'm fed up with this straight sh** You wanna be something you're not So I'm (?) on you get yo wig split The Juice Mane is in this motherf**er, ready to tear sh** up Easily execute n***as, make these b**hes bite the dust Grown up in the hood, a n***a always stayed low-key Yo I did a vacation, people always ask "Who is he?" Tip-toe real quiet, leave a hoe to wanna try me I always had crazy thoughts, the demons walk behind me Pushin' to the edge... Write a list of n***as I don't like and leave 'em all dead Life is too short ... straitjacket [Hook] 2x b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six Shootin' motherf**ers at point blank range [Verse 3: Skinny Pimp] Big eyebrow, loadin' a five-point-0 With the Skinny Pimp on a creep, slowly (?) b**hes never low-key Project life, that I live ... you can't be hard Robbery squad on my knob, b**hes pullin' hoe cards These b**hes pullin' hoe cards These n***as think they too hard I wanna pull my gat and blow these s**ers head apart Cause n***as be claimin' Triple Six Can't try to get they name out And try to diss on tape Because they know they pockets a**ed out So how you gon' diss when you know you ain't sh** Tryna bring ya some ... the other folk dick You n***a, you b**h, I'm gonna c-click On any (?) underestimate the Triple Six You wanna throw them thangs You get dumped in the garbage ditch [Outro: Juicy J] We watchin every move you make, n***a this is real black Triple Six Mafia tellin' you hoes to watch yo back [Hook] 2x b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six Ridin' in your neighbourhood, b**h, with the Glock co*ked b**hes thinkin' "who was it?", b**h, it was Triple Six Shootin' motherf**ers at point blank range