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A manic, depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit Trickory, hickory, dickory dock I smoke top notch bud crop, drop The D, the O, the P, the E I need the B, the L, the U-N-T Because that green power flower got much love I tell you don't fuck with the Triple 6, mane 'Cause you know that we on them drugs Damn, I'm going off with this blunt, outer space rock Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Now I'm sittin' at the crib with a blunt up in my fuckin' hand Dreamin' of another funk, thinkin' of a master plan Take the Tec up in my hand, squeeze it quickly as Fly can Crazy as the Gangsta B, all Fly see is blood, man Now I'm forced to sweat the track Because I'm down to make some ends But Fly prefer the easy route by makin' bustas check it in Gimisum, Gimisum, hand it here you selfish pig If your ass wasn't so greedy, then you still would breathe my nigga Lil Fly is headin' to the home, finished up my serve on Plus Lil Fly just made a stang, I take you to your stash jawn Creepin' through the fuckin' dark, rollin' deep with South Park Funked out, loced out, you know a Playa won't be bared When I'm 'bout my hog, kill, I'm evil with Fly stealin' grin Lil Ibn down to make some ends, bitches gotta check it in And for you jealous punk ass bitch all up on the Ibn nuts Fuck them folks, fuck yo' folks, 'cause Lil Fly just don't give a fuck Yeah, South Park in this bitch Lil Fly and Gangsta Weeds in the house for the '94, '95, ho Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Who's that bustin' up in my door? Was way too slow, I hit the floor They shot up all my niggas in the kitchen flippin' dominoes Blood all on my leg, I wipe that shit up to my fuckin' head Caught them trizzicks slippin' Buck them busta bitches dead Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my brodies My momma said it be days like this But my daddy never told me And that's why I'm a hard lead, twistin' on my dreads I'm scared, a nigga dead, it's in my fuckin' head Thinkin' I would hesitate And wait to buck yo' bitch ass down Read up all my ideas, nig, 'cause I ain't no damn hologram But I'm clickin' with that quickness Like the sickness from that Triple 6 Drop you winnin' a splander cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmers bitch Really I could care less 'bout a nigga tryin' to flex against The mothafuckin' Tech You get some [*gunshot*] up in your neck And when you see the Koopsta Knicca, it's a fuckin' redrum Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb Yeah, it's Koopsta Knicca in this mothafucka I'd like to send this one out to The mothafuckin' niggas I kick it with over there in North Memphis, South Memphis To all my mothafuckin' niggas I kick it with at Northside The real mothafuckas Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple Six, smoked out Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple six, smoked out