(feat. Knightowl, Mr. Shadow)
John, I'm standing on Highway 666
Running through bands like quartets
sh** broke
[Mr. Lil' One]
Stimulated by the slow track, think I need to go back
Will I consume too many ounces of the cognac
Who got your back dog, ain't no need to lie
Falsify, the wink in your eye
I remember times when you cried to me
Put that on your life you never lied to me
Now I try to be just plain old me
Where the f** you get nuts to put smuge on me
I'ma chop it up like wood, shed a little bit of light now
And I'ma tell you where you outta be right now
Motherf**er, riding on the campaign
Who got the champagne, f**ing up my last name
I got a rendevouz with all of you
So I'ma follow you and slaughter you and tell you what you outta do
Get yourself a four five, put that it in your mouth
Pull the trigger motherf**er till you blackout
[Chorus: Mr. Lil' One]
Highway 666
Is where we roam, is where we cripple motherf**ers in they dome
Highway 666
Is where we mob, is where we slaughter motherf**ers and they moms
Highway 666
Is where we hang, is where the evil motherf**ers come and bang
Highway 666
Is where we live, is where we curse motherf**ers and they kids
[Mr. Shadow]
It's your worst thought, your spot is now taken
I'm tripping off some bomb sh**, now wait a second
Who's stepping, tripping, yapping or disrespecting
All you loud mouth motherf**ers feel the murder weapon
Situation where the average man
Dies with his eyes open and a gun in his hand
Turn a man into a b**h, you will get hit
On Highway 666 with broken bottle and sticks
You kicked the bucket, me, Nights and Lil' say f** it
Catch you in the shadows of your hood cuz we love it
SD thugging, Southern Cali madness
Valley of the damned where horrific sh** happens
Subtracting fools from your block, trick believe me
You'll be a headliner, missing like Chandra Levy
Looks can be decieving so don't judge the cover
You just met the three Mistahs you motherf**er
[Chorus]
[Knightowl]
I'm cursed by the spooky sh** where blood likes to drip
Where fools like to pack blades with garlic on the tip
Pack a forty five, smoke fools for the f** of it
Watch a motherf**er beg, shoot him in the f**ing head
Why gives a sh**, not me, watch em die
The sky be getting lit but this ain't Fourth of July
b**hes that'll yap take a nap with the sharks
Meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark
I'll crack your f**ing dome, shut them eyes like a Jap
Snap your f**ing spine, best to not f** with mine
Highway triple-6 where your life'll get stolen
Rush a motherf**er if you feel the nuts swollen
Come and take a chance where the devil likes to dance
Have you ever seen a man piss up in his pants
Cry like a baby, chances Slim just like Shady
The last thing you see my fist clutch a three eighty
[Chorus]
Highway 666