juicy j - it was triple six lyrics
[hook: lil glock, project pat, & ?]
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
ridin’ in your neighborhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
shootin’ motherf-ckers at point blank range
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
ridin’ in your neighborhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
shootin’ motherf-ckers at point blank range
[verse 1: lord infamous]
deadly measures are the consequence, i pray for apocalypse
i quickly drop you b-tch, feel the flame of the arsonist
bullets knocking n-ggas down, as if they were heat seekin’
scalping me more d-mn fools than a lunatic mohican
slaughtering motherf-ckers, don’t give a d-mn if people are watching
p-ssin’ n-ggas droppin’ out a black van like a swat team
i’m stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
walkin’ over dead bodies layin’ in the pasture
step into the dark roads, hoe, but you didn’t know
these bl–dy, scary grounds were haunted by the scarecrow
maze of the horrifying terror to the maximum
keeper of the devil’s will, lord infamous axe murderer
murder ya guts, come with us the real astonishment
the place where corpses hang like motherf-ckin’ ornaments
busta -ss n-ggas, you knows i fold ’em
motherf-ckers eyes, i will permanently close them
[hook: lil glock, project pat, & ?]
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
ridin’ in your neighborhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
shootin’ motherf-ckers at point blank range
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
ridin’ in your neighborhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
shootin’ motherf-ckers at point blank range
[verse 2: juicy j]
i’m comin’ through the crowd with this motherf-ckin’ nine tone
camouflage in the dark, with a pair of locs on
lettin’ these n-ggas know that i’m fed up with this straight sh-t
you wanna be something you’re not so i’m lettin’ you know you get yo wig split
the juice mane is in this motherf-cker, ready to tear sh-t up
easily execute n-ggas, make these b-tches bite the dust
grown up in the hood, a n-gga always stayed low-key
yo i did a vacation, people always ask “who is he?”
tip-toe real quiet, leave a hoe to wanna try me
i always had crazy thoughts, the demons walk behind me
pushin’ me to the edge, sayin’ it’s cool to fill a b-tch up with lead
write a list of n-ggas i don’t like and leave ’em all dead
life is too short, i’d rather be tucked in a straitjacket
visions in my mind, lock me up because i can’t hack it
when it hit the fan in my mind a n-gga can’t forget it
if somebody ask i’m gonna say “triple six did it”
[hook: lil glock, project pat, & ?]
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
ridin’ in your neighborhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
shootin’ motherf-ckers at point blank range
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
ridin’ in your neighborhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
shootin’ motherf-ckers at point blank range
[verse 3: kingpin skinny pimp & juicy j]
(?), loadin’ a 5.0, the skinny pimp on a creep
slowly, smokin’ these b-tches never low-key
project life that i live, pimpin’ (?) with a gun
shoot that fool, make a move while i (?) harpoon
nervous, yo head full of veins, you can’t be hard
robbery squad on my kn-b, b-tches pullin’ hoe cards
these b-tches pullin’ hoe cards, these n-ggas think they too hard
i wanna pull my gat and blow these suckers head apart
cause n-ggas be claimin’ triple six to try to get they name out
and try to diss on tape because they know they pockets -ssed out
so how you gon’ diss when you know you ain’t sh-t
tryna bring yoself out, ridin’ other folk d-ck
you n-gga, you b-tch, i’m gonna c-cl1ck
on any lemon lame to underestimate the triple six
you wanna throw them thangs
you get dumped in the garbage ditch
we watchin’ every move you make, n-gga this is real black
triple six mafia tellin’ you hoes to watch yo back
[hook: lil glock, project pat, & ?]
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
ridin’ in your neighborhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
shootin’ motherf-ckers at point blank range
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
ridin’ in your neighborhood, b-tch, with the glock c-cked
b-tches thinkin’ “who was it?”, b-tch, it was triple six
shootin’ motherf-ckers at point blank range
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