This shit is beginning to come into focus but no one can
figure out Infamous murderous, dark psychosis
Trippin I'm run ning the darkness,
I'm loading berettas, I'm jacking yo' ho shit
A posse of satanic mobbers, we coming to smoke
'em and leave 'em in puddles of plasma
I'm coming for stashes, for cash then blast
until everyone in here passed out
My fellow man, you cannot comprehend
strength of the devil military killers
Execution to death, you will be sentenced as I put
Nina into your head through the pil low
The Three 6 nigga coming to
injure you at nightfall
Give it up or this desert eagle shall make
them fall up on you all
(Come on mane,
you finna give me them)
Naw bitch
(Aww dog, man have some mer
cy, have some mercy)
Naw bitch
(Acouple of hundred mane,
just a couple of hundred mane)
Check it out my nig:
I'm gonna kill you anyway,
you won't need none of that shit
Ran through the backyard,
jumped the gate to the corner of the back street
Hopped into the steamer,
tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seat
I'm coming to rush 'em son,
crush 'em son, buck my gun
I'm gonna reach out and touch
someone
money di vidends,
gotta solve them
The only thing going through my
head is "murder and rob them"
I heard they got cash,
I gotta touch they ass
Quick, fast, in a hurry,
get away with a fuckin dash
Every night I sit and think on why these
hoes keep playing with me
They gonna make me click them clicka click
And they don't wanna see my bad side
P. they gonna make me trans
form to another man
And make they motherfuckin ass do
the devil dance
Crunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoe
Easy come, easy go
Easily we kick in doors
I gotta touch 'em
In my fuckin' head I vision bloody red
As I chopped off his fuckin head,
left him dead for them bitches
A psycho at large,
dumb bitch don't step to this bomber squad
I'm harder, I go and I rip you apart
like a prey once the predator
No need for them paramedics, see wait
for the Koopsta scared 'em
Sc- scared a bitch and left
'em sittin in hectic
Now waitin' for that armageddon,
bitch
with a few down
niggas from the M- town
Then we started robbin outta town,
makin' them lay it down
Touchin' crackers with a 12 gauge
to they fuckin' back
Stickin' them liquor stores,
robbin banks, plenty car- jacks
Snatchin old ladies purse,
knockin niggas to the dirt
My nine gon' make yo body hurt,
I'll put your body in a hearse
Call me a playa hater, traitor,
what you want bitch
Strapped wit them thangs on your ass,
hear them guns click
In side job,
strictly robbin so you better beware
Of the nigga with a gat and mask,
raise 'em in the air
Now life was up and down
for the
Killa Man as a youngster
Stickin these tricks up daily you
tripping I'm still a hustler
Cutting class don't make my
snooze behind the barrel
Shootin crowds I hit it up in a
honeycomb
And smoke a fuckin pamper house
Hollerin at my brother Phil
D I gotta get straight
No thang mayn he got me straight
That thang fool be booming weight
Hoppin on my scooter with my ski
mask and my Deuce Duece
All blue joggin' suit, tube socks,
and Coogi troop
But now I'm getting older,
comin' clean is what I'm hopin'
And now that I got boulder dope girls
are what I'm scoping bitch
This is the touch
Three 6 Mafia 
