PROPHET POSSE - Triple Six Clubhouse lyrics

rate me

[Static]

[Helicopter]

[Lord Infamous talking in the background]

Pickin' up the murder scripts

So come audition for the role

In the cold of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh

Niggaz catchin' the infection from the rich and come along

For the mark on ya arm, it's the income

Ball on to the next century misery

Scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down in history

A train from the North, a train from the South

There isn't, but they all collided through

All the niggas died, cause of greed and pride

Cause I will pursue you, screw you

Put a slug through you, the voodoo brutally right

I'm the seventh of the sign, I'm the sniper you can't find

And my slug made of shiny jewelry

Mr. Boogie Man, fee fie foe fum

I smell some money in his hand, take his side ugh

I don't give a fuck, about your side

You can be from L-A, Miami, or the N-Y

[Chorus: x2]

We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house

We got a plot for you already dug out

I'm gonna run outside man, and pop these thangs

Wanna, wanna come play in the black rain

[Beat changes in second verse]

Hearse's drivin' round your house, hoodoo hex

Voodoo dolls bouncin' on your bed, throwin' devil sets

Six, ah diss stick, nothin' up my sleeve

Money boost blazin' quickness, call me Crow

For he's blaaay! Crow got a lust for that devilish bust

And the Triple Six crush

And I touch like Malachi, rollin' every spot

Lookin' for you ass and we hot

With the infrared sewn in his flesh

Just like some fuckin' disco lights

We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts

Meet me on your side of town

Where they keep the graveyards

Crush blast, dead rats, lots of trash

Empty shells, crack sells, city streets

Black males found in blood trails

Ain't nann enough mail for all y'all to prevail

So the weak get put to sleep, and they smell while they pale

Sippin' on the salty wines of your sweet, softy blood

My name is Scarecrow bitch, yo' welcome to my club

[Chorus x2: to fade]