Destruction Terror Lyrics - The End - Three 6 Mafia

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Destruction terror and mayhem 

Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him 

(Koopsta Knicca) 

Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guy 

I got the nine on my side 

But let me tell you why 

Inside the blackness of the skies 

Lie the fuckein' 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 niggas had to rip them temples in 

I didn't want to kill 'em 

But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin' 

(DJ Paul) 

Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'cha 

We cockin' 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 bitch 

You need to turn yo self in 

We want'cha bad in the south 

The quicker you pay 

The quicker the payment be 

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(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 motherfucka up 

Aftermath when I blast 

Leave a motherfucka bucked 

Layin' down in the grass 

Niggas acting like they hard 

Pullin' cards 

But they fake 

Niggas 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 killing me softly 

Trying to put me to the test 

Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck 

I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes 

Late night 

Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door 

Never be out to playa hate 

Strictly out for my riches 

I ain't got time for this shit 

Cause it's money over bitches 

Bustas be telling me to leave 

Niggas stay out of mine 

Who gives a damn what you think 

Bitch I'm prophet for life 

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(Lord Infamous) 

Never take her for the reasons of a killa 

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 death 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 motherfuckin' stack of the 

Teflon plated served peala' 

I do not recommend fucking with Scarcrow 

Nigga 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 bitch out his misery 

Fuck 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 

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