Triple 6 Mafia lyrics

Triple 6 Mafia lyrics

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Abort The Soul lyrics
Abort the soul. Plant the seed.The natural state fall casualty.Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...Icons worshiped. Lobotomize.Forked tongues. Slivered spines.Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods...Shout platitudes above idiots fervor.Let us obey. Lamb
[Chorus 4x]
What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, I'm taiking aim

[Pastor Troy]
Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don't you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB
I represent it with my nigga from what (Tennessee)
The enemy of the state I'm keeping nothing but weight
I top grind on these niggaz quit actin like it's straight
And niggaz fake but I tell them niggaz fuck ya'll
I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga Paul
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Magic Carpet lyrics
(Thompson/Graham McPherson/Foreman) [Backgroung vocals on intro and chorus : "Caution !"] I am the little white liar who lights up the desires Of unsuspecting self indulging fools neverending In their quest for bending the golden rule "E" on every
an you conversation you see me pacing And you can run and run but I'll be waiting And you can bet I represent it for the southeast Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six [Chorus 4x] [Pastor Troy] I started rolling at the early age I heard it paid So I made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs And giving hugs to broads checking for bud Because I'm dodging the law I never saw and may I kept a kind the rest was raw I had a proper ass (?) I stole the show I didn't know I'd be judged That's on the low and Pastor Troy praise God Cau
Down Low lyrics
Yeah this is dedicated to the big pussy [Bizarre] I'm involved with this lady and she weighs 380 And she could barely fit in my Mercedes She's taking my dough My back accounts looking low And I'm about to throw her ass out in the snow I buy her bu
e I concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will Please step up and be killed Don't think I'm real just to show that blood is red Ain't no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head Ya'll scared [Chorus 4x] [T-Rock] In the land of ATL, run shelves, crack sells for clientele Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell Midrange make ways to stay paid with AK's Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology So I kill blood spill I show no local modesty Drop em G pay a fee doing combat kill
Luna Di Citta Di Agosto lyrics
Luna di citt? d'agosto che sembri solamente mia in questo asfalto posto con la gente che se n'? andata via luna di citt? d'agosto mi piace guardarti la schiena mentre sei girata verso il mare in questa nottata serena va e dille che sto bene di non
ng enemies Shot heads with infa reds so much death fuck a injury I specialize and funeralize all the guys my clique despise Full clip busted in between your eyes symbolize that its surely mine When I bust my shells hoe leave you stuck like velcro Throwing blows and elbows them tie that trick to the railroads Bruise the bitch then shoot the trick now who's the snitch to get crucifixed Clips and shit be super thick to inform you we ain't new to this Blaze weed my tendencies bury MC's with jealousy Assign to kill and steel I keep Pastor preaches eulogy