It Was Triple Six Lyrics
[Hook 2x:]
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighbourhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' motherfuckers at point blank range
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Deadly measures out the consequence, I pray for apocalypse
I quickly drop you bitch, feel the flame of the arsonist
Bullets knocking niggas down, as if they were heat seekin'
Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican
Slaughtering motherfuckers
Don't give a damn if people are watching
Passin' niggas droppin' out a black van like a SWAT team
I'm stalking, watch me, a weaponary master
Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
Step into the dark rows, hoe, but you didn't know
These bloody, scary grounds were hunted by the Scarecrow
Maze of the horrifying terror to the maximum
Keep it up the devils will Lord Infamous sex murderer
(?) ya guts, come with us the real astonishment
The place where corpses hang like motherfuckin' ornaments
Busta ass nigga ...
Motherfuckers eyes, I will permanently close them
[Hook] 2x
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighbourhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' motherfuckers at point blank range
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm comin' thru the crowd with this motherfuckin' nine tone
Camouflage in the dark, with a pair of Locs on
Lettin' these niggas know that I'm fed up with this straight shit
You wanna be something you're not
So I'm (?) on you get yo wig split
The Juice Mane is in this motherfucker, ready to tear shit up
Easily execute niggas, make these bitches bite the dust
Grown up in the hood, a nigga 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' to the edge...
Write a list of niggas I don't like and leave 'em all dead
Life is too short ... straitjacket
[Hook] 2x
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighbourhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
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Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' motherfuckers at point blank range
[Verse 3: Skinny Pimp]
Big eyebrow, loadin' a five-point-0
With the Skinny Pimp on a creep, slowly
(?) bitches never low-key
Project life, that I live
... you can't be hard
Robbery squad on my knob, bitches pullin' hoe cards
These bitches pullin' hoe cards
These niggas think they too hard
I wanna pull my gat and blow these suckers head apart
Cause niggas be claimin' Triple Six
Can't try to get they name out
And try to diss on tape
Because they know they pockets assed out
So how you gon' diss when you know you ain't shit
Tryna bring ya some ... the other folk dick
You nigga, you bitch, I'm gonna c-click
On any (?) underestimate the Triple Six
You wanna throw them thangs
You get dumped in the garbage ditch
[Outro: Juicy J]
We watchin every move you make, nigga this is real black
Triple Six Mafia tellin' you hoes to watch yo back
[Hook] 2x
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighbourhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
Bitches thinkin' "who was it?", bitch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' motherfuckers at point blank range
