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Three 6 Mafia World Domination (Chapter 2) Spill My Blood Chorus 1 x1 Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will I leave here with my life my lord If the law man capture me Chorus 2 x1 Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will I live to see the morning sun If the law man capture me. (Scarecrow) Lord Infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter Nigga I come from the land down under Up the from the ground You don't want to rumble Or cry round Toss and tumble My voodoo do so my poetry Now chicken blood or poulty My victim been shook By a pack of coyote Soarin' through the night Down to the trees, packed tight With two some on shakes No rubber with a paratroop In fields with parachutes Down to the blue No matter however, can't hold em' for forever Dead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower pedals Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred Cause Lord Infamous will gain A healthy bounty for your head (DJ Paul) I'm wakin' up Tossin' and turnin' Like in a scuffle My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak My voice is muffled, muffled My hands over my face They done got me I'm startin' to feel woozy They done shot me The same fools I done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep One them hoes survived Now they creeped on me (Crunchy Blac) Fool we got your ass now So what's up Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff Muffled like bag your mouth Shouldn't of ran your mouth Talkin' about you gonna creep While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt (Scarecrow) Now the tables have turned And in the mist of the morgue Your funky sould burn nigga Chorus 1 x1 Chorus 2 x2 (Gangsta Boo) Ten times out of twelve nine times out of ten Gansta Boo is in it to win Prophet rider till the end Smokin' weed Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts Thoughts about a nigga I remember what that trick had bought Kept that visine in my purse Get a rental car from Hertz Call my niggas from the Three 6, tell em' about the plan first Ooh weeee Can it be, another song we done made Fakin' on no damn jacks A bitch gots to get paid Come on prophets, now it's on Nigga, It's like that home alone Like white boy fuckin' Lets go get this bitch Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick Now you know this lady bitch Swing go gets high Scott free with your shit (Juicy J) For all the dirt That I did to my wife Forgive me lord Each and every night Croked cops Pull a gun don't fight Blow you away, leave you out of sight Search a nigga from the shirt to pants Nothin' on me But a sack ass can Cannon I, With empty shots Bucket clean They find a couple of grams Tons of dope That that nigga don't know The Juice man Can't be cuttin' no bro Tryed the cuffs But the nigga didn't go Broke his throat With a quick left blow Now it's on, and the chase begins Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind Dog on my trail And he pickin' up the scent K-0 cops Kill a four legged friend Jump in the lex Voodoo like a hex Dog confused, in they mind complex Fuck the red light, ballin' on my set Cops on my trail, cause I let you rest Hop in the car, ran two more blocks Put in reverse, then I heard the gun shots Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get popped Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop Chorus1&2...till fade |
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