Tear da Club Up Thugs Triple Six Clubhouse Lyrics

CrazyNDaLazDayz Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 DaLazDayz
  • 2 Who the Crunkest
  • 3 Smoked Out
  • 4 I'm Losing It
  • 5 Throw Your Sets
  • 6 Undercover Freaks
  • 7 Wet Party
  • 8 Elbow a Nigga
  • 9 Hell Naw
  • 10 Get Buck, Get Wild
  • 11 On Da Block
  • 12 What You Lookin' For
  • 13 Paper Chase
  • 14 Hypnotize Cash Money
  • 15 When God Calls Time Out
  • 16 Big Business
  • 17 When It's on It's Murder
  • 18 Push 'em Off
  • 19 Slob on My Nob
  • 20 All Dirty Hoes
  • 21 Triple Six Clubhouse
  • 22 A Niggas Worst Downfall
  • 23 Hypnotize Minds/Prophet Posse
  • 24 Comin' Up Next
  • the muthafuckin triple six sitcom
    All niggas catchin the infection from the regent come along, afor the mark on
    your arm, its a ear com
    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, the east and west, they all
    collided all them niggas die, cuz there greed and pride
    cuz i will pursue you, screw you put a slug through you that voodoo bruetally
    im the seventh of the sign, im the sniper you cant find, and my slug made of
    shiny jewelry
    mr. boogie man, fee fi fo fum
    I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm
    i dont give i fuck about yo side u could be from L.A, miama, 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

    herses driving round yo house, hoodoo hex, voodoo dolls bouncin on yo bed,
    throwin devil sets
    sick sadistic nothin up my sleeve, muddy boots, blazin crickets call me crow,
    Vorhees plaaay!
    crow got a lust for the devilish bust, and the triple six crush, and i touch
    like malichi
    rollin every spot, lookin fo yo ass and we high, with the infered sewn in his
    flesh just like some fuckin disco lights
    we gonna cut u into itty bitty parts, leave me on your side of town where they
    keep the graveyards
    crush plants dead rats lots of trash empty shells crack cells city streets
    black males foind in blood trails
    aint enough mail for all ya'' to prevail
    so that we can put to sleep, and they smell why they pale
    sippin on the salty wines of ya sweet salty blood,
    my name is scarecrow bitch, youre welcome to my club!

    chorus (2x)

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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