Three 6 Mafia - Destruction Terror lyrics

Chorus Destruction terror and mayhem Pa** me a..... (koopsta knicca) Look in the eyes of this muthaf**in' wise guy I got the nine on my side But let me tell you why Inside the blackness of the skies Lie the f**ein' robbers Can i call it off you got the dope You got this coke right on ya How could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chest We had to spread Aw yeah but guess what happened next Me and my six n***as had to rip them temples in I didn't want to k** 'em But i filled 'em i ain't bullsh**tin' (dj paul) b**hes when we see ya we gonna get'cha We co*kin' 45's to yo temple Let the bullet hit'cha We ain't gonna stop Mark my word Ain't no shootin' in there ever Enemies ain't birds All this medicine done made me crazy I'm starting to lace it I should've stopped a long time ago But i was lazy You sissy son of a b**h You need to turn yo self in We want'cha bad in the south The quicker you pay The quicker the payment be Chorus (juicy "j") It's about 1'oclock am in my hood In my set 4 deep in the steamer Gettin' high 'bout to we me a motherf**a up Aftermath when i blast Leave a motherf**a bucked Layin' down in the gra** n***as acting like they hard Pullin' cards But they fake n***as claiming that they bad Looking mad for they trait Talk down on a playa But they smile in yo face We gonna ride on you fools Get away without no case (gangsta boo) Hoes k**ing me softly Trying to put me to the test Give me a f**in' reason just to snap yo neck I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes Late night Creeping b**h at your boyfriends door Never be out to playa hate Strictly out for my riches I ain't got time for this sh** Cause it's money over b**hes Bustas be telling me to leave n***as stay out of mine Who gives a damn what you think b**h i'm prophet for life Chorus (lord infamous) Never take her for the reasons of a k**a Six dimensions Let the ammunition take you through The darkness of the solar system Malice murderers of many men Multiply incisions They certain their vision Get them percision and d**h permission Best believe I keep them over seventeen Up in any magazine Cuaght the wicked packed That fool is jacked and catch a casuality Having the capacity To try to pull a strap on me But infamous is coming with the motherf**in' stack of the Teflon plated served peala' I do not recommend f**ing with scarcrow n***a got you making tons of enemies Triple that much in artillery Showing no love for not anything Popping yo head to the butcher swing Polish the blade on the guillotine Put that b**h out his misery f** a hoe out the galaxy Infamous with a fatality There's no way you can imagine Bodies stacked up on the battle scene Living pyschopatheticly Scarecrow terror tennessee Chorus