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Triple 6
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Triple triple 6 smoked out
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Now i'm high
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Feelin' high
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Mained on my doggy style
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[Playa Fly]
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Fly so high in funkytown
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Mega blunts I gotta smoke
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snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin'
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Blowin' heavy holy dope
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Playa fuckin' rest
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By that funk
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Crunk by onion weed
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Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly
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Till you snote that P
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P-funk got me goin'
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Hoe blowin' on montana pack
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Blunt just put me under
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But that snizote put me back on track
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Bustas blinded by my smoke
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How you like my smokin' screen
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Playa got that evil grin and tonin' got me lookin' mean
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Fly got swishers full of blink
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Time to snort a white hoe bitch
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Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say
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Mane fuck that shit
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Suckers fill my atmosphere
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Hoe you should know open your ear
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Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear
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Standin in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain
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Hour by the hour ain't no coward cause I'm blowin' man
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If you say I'm sprung
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Body numb
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Triple 6 and Fly
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Funkytown Fly bound and now I know you know im really high
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[Chorus]
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[Gangsta Boo]
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Smoked out loced out killas
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Aint takin' nothin' from you niggas
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So back the fuck up before the devil daughter click a
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On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger hoe
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Hoe its on this shit is on its on now hit the fuckin' floor
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Oh my god I hear some voices tellin' me to kill
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Is it them Triple 6 niggas mane is that shit for real
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Tha Jason mask
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On your ass
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When I'm gonna blast
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Your soul I'll take
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The ground will shake as I begin to laugh
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I light the candle sticks a crucifix about to take place
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The Devils Daughter
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Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case
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Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta hoe
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I must be on your mind
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Stupid bitch
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I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine
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You know I'm comin'
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Don't you go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga
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A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa
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You think I'm shakin' hell naw bitch
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You wanna test
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My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla
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Some hollow points up in your chest
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[Lord Infamous]
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Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up
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Like much of the herb
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The indos creating illusion my thoughts of confusion
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My vision is blurred
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The aroma of the marijuana
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The black of the smoke changing into black clouds
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Deep down in the dungeons
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My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
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Your soul is horrified
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It's falling from the sky
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The Three 6 anti-christ
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Bloody seven seas
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The blackness in my eyes
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I hear an angel crie
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Now I lay down to die
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Come and burn with me
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In Scarecrows passed life
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I feel kinks an I ruled by the spilling of blood fleshing guts
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Now I'm back and im more murderous
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And I'm known as that mad nigga named Lord Infamous
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The Scarecrow could never come deeper
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The flow if I wasn't so full of that dope you know
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Triple 6 blownin' that weed and we keepin'
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The scene and the sterile all in us
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And the lights of the dim and we grab the
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We pappin' the bone and
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We take all that smoke to our lungs
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A nigga got love for the bud
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And I'm smokin it up until ?
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When I'm getting crushed by the shotgun and smokin'
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Like it until da break of dawn
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Seriously circulating while the devil was takin'
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The souls of my sinister wand
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Now I'm Hi Pt. 3
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| Three 6 Mafia |
