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    Текст песни Tear Da Club Up Thugs - Triple Six Clubhouse

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    [helicopter noise]

    (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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