[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
The Indo's creating illusions
The substance infesting my brain cells is causing confusion
I picture Teflon in slow motion
It's piercing through flesh, and continues to cruising
Wait, think straight, don't haste paste, penetrate
Face, ace sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed
Terrors the error, no errors within my terror
Are you scared of the 6-double-X-6
Demonically elegant elements?
A manic, depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit
Trickory, hickory, dickory dock
I smoke top notch bud crop, drop
The D, the O, the P, the E
I need the B, the L, the U-N-T
Because that green power flower got much love
I tell you don't fuck with the Triple 6, mane
'Cause you know that we on them drugs
Damn, I'm going off with this blunt, outer space rock
Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth
[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
[Verse 2: Playa Fly]
Now I'm sittin' at the crib with a blunt up in my fuckin' hand
Dreamin' of another funk, thinkin' of a master plan
Take the Tec up in my hand, squeeze it quickly as Fly can
Crazy as the Gangsta B, all Fly see is blood, man
Now I'm forced to sweat the track
Because I'm down to make some ends
But Fly prefer the easy route by makin' bustas check it in
Give me some, give me some, hand it here you selfish pig
If your ass wasn't so greedy, then you still would breathe my nigga
Lil Fly is headin' to the home, finished up my serve on
Plus Lil- Fly just made a stang, I take you to your stash jone
Creepin' through the fuckin' dark, rollin' deep with South Park
Funked out, loced out, you know a player won't be bared
When I'm 'bout my hog-killin', I'm evil with Fly skin and grin
Lil' Ibn down to make some ends, bitches gotta check it in
And for you jealous punk ass bitch all up on the Ibn nuts
Fuck them folks, fuck yo' folks, 'cause Lil' Fly just don't give a fuck
[Interlude: Playa Fly]
Yeah, South Park in this bitch
Lil' Fly and Gangsta Wheez' in the house for the '94, '95, ho
[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
Who's that bustin' up in my door?
Was way too slow, I hit the floor
They shot up all my niggas in the kitchen flippin' dominoes
Blood all on my leg, I wipe that shit up to my fuckin' head
Caught them tr'izz'icks slippin'
Buck them busta bitches dead
Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my brodies
My momma said it be days like this
But my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead, twistin' on my dreads
I'm scared, a nigga dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Thinkin' I would hesitate
And wait to buck yo' bitch ass down
Read up all my ideas, nig', 'cause I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clickin' with that quickness
Like the sickness from that Triple 6
Drop you winnin' a splander cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmers bitch
Really I could care less 'bout a nigga tryin' to flex against
The motherfuckin' TEC
You get some *gunshot* up in your neck
And when you see the Koopsta Knicca, it's a fuckin' redrum
Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb
[Interlude: Koopsta Knicca]
Yeah, it's Koopsta Knicca in this motherfucker
I'd like to send this one out to
The motherfuckin' niggas I kick it with over there in
North Memphis, South Memphis
To all my motherfuckin' niggas I kick it with at Northside
The real motherfuckers
[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out (Ehehehe)
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout (Ehehehe)
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple six, smoked out
