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Tear Da Club Up Thugs Song Lyrics

Triple Six Clubhouse


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(Lord Infamous)
Pickin' up the murder scripts
So come and dish it for the road
And the code of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh
Makin' sketchin' the infetion from the rich and come along
For the mark on your 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
All the niggas died
Cause the green and pride
Cause I will persue you
Screw you
Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly
Ride I'm seventh of the sign
I'm the sniper you can't find
And my slug made of shiney jewelry
Mr. Boogy Man if I fall from
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 (2x)
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 a black reign

Hers's drivin' round your house
Who do you hate
Voodoo dolls bouncein' on you bed throwin' devil setts
Six ahh dished it
Nothin' up my sleeve
Money boost blazin' quick just call me crow
For he's blaaay!
Crow got a luss for the devilish bus
And the Triple Six crush
And I touch like malencholy
Rollin' every spot
Lookin' for you ass and we hot
With the infrerred sewn in his flesh
And 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 blasted rest lots of trash
Empty shells cracked
Cell City streets
Black males found in blood trails
Ain't not enough mall for all ya'll to provail
So that we an put to sleep
And they smeel while they pale
Sippin' on the salty wines of your sweet softy blood
My name is Scarecrow
Bitch your welcome to my club

Chorus (2x) -fade on 2nd

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