Tear Da Club Up Thugs - Triple 6 Clubhouse lyrics

(feat. Lord Infamous)

[helicopter noise]

[Lord Infamous]

Pickin' up the murder scripts

So come and dish it for the road

And the code of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh

Makin' sketchin' the infetion from the rich and come along

For the mark on your arm it's the income

Ball on to the next century, misery

Scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down in history

A train from the north

A train from the south

There isn't

But they all collided

All the niggas died

Cause the green and pride

Cause I will persue you

Screw you

Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly

Ride I'm seventh of the sign

I'm the sniper you can't find

And my slug made of shiny jewelry

Mr. Boogie Man, Fee Fie Fo Fum

I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm

I don't give a fuck about your side

You can be from L.A., Miami, or the N-Y

[Chorus x2]

We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house

We got a plot for you already dug out

I'm gonna run outside man

And pop these thangs

Wanna wanna come play in a black reign

[Scarecrow]

Hearses drivin round your house, voodoo hex

Voodoo dolls restin on your bed throwin devil sets

Sick sadistic, nothin up my sleeve

Money boost blazin' quick just call me crow

For he's blaaay!

Crow got a lust for the devilish bust

And the Triple Six crush

and a touch like Malachi

Rollin' every spot

lookin for yo' ass and we high

With the infrerred sewn in his flesh

And like some fuckin' disco lights

We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts

Meet me on your side of town

Where they keep the graveyards

Crush blasted rest lots of trash

Empty shells cracked

Cell City streets, black males found in blood trails

Ain't enough mail for all y'all to prevail

So that we an put to sleep and they smeel while they pale

Sippin on the salty wines of your sweet softy blood

My name is Scarecrow, bitch you're welcome to my club

[Chorus x2: fade on 2nd]