My name is the Scarecrow
Busters they approach,
they really don't know me too well
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin'
them spin as I empty the shells
Bodies are smackin' the mud,
bustas are con stantly donating blood
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice
and watch it tear up your hood n' run
Oh, no me do not
when I'm
squeezin' the trigger on nin a milli
'Cause suckers be trying to take all the things
you been working so hard for
But I can't hit the floor,
I would rather go out in the smoke
And so I'll do what I'll have to do
I don't want to kill you,
yet I will, fool
Before Lord Infamous take a fall,
I'll spray all of y'all
Aw, mane, they got my back
against the wall
Oh,
that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
All the player haters and jeal ousy in
the ghetto
Childrens crying,
homies dying
(I got my back against the
wall, wall, wall)
It's how it is in the
ghetto
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop,
another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop,
another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop,
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve,
I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already
lies on the passenger seat
Just did one for the money now
I'll do two for the show and
When I drop the third body I'm
gettin' ready to hit the road
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets,
'cause that's all that I got
From ones I've laid in the past and
the new heads I just cracked
But all had to go sour when
some fools tried to rush
The tables turning before my eyes,
now it's me they trying to touch
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap
my fo- fifty five my seventy two
I looked up in the rearview
They still comin',
them fools must got one too
Comin' up on the side, it's on,
I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transport
ing fell on my lap
I'm liftin' it up,
they getting my steel
They started lettin' 'em off, I tried to ram 'em,
the telephone post on the sidewalk
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack
! I laughed as them fools take a fall
Not even on my roster for the day but
my back was against da wall
Oh,
that's how it is in the
ghetto
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
When a gun is to your head,
there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
You better watch your back 'cause
you might get car jacked
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
That's how it is in the
ghetto
Pop, pop, pop,
another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop,
another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop,
another trick sucka dropped
Pop, pop, pop,
another trick sucka dropped
I'm that
fool you don't know,
I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with that gat
infrared behind the trees
You gon' drop to your knees,
you gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon'
be scared to witness me
When you see me in the traffic psy
chopathic killer ad dict
Kidnappin' MPD's,
choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch while
the night is filled with mis t
Mystic styles 'bout the killers
from the six double six
In the alley's not a bum,
just a gang creepin' low
Fourty four is the tool,
pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Break the law on a slaw cop
cause I'm down to blast
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap,
plus the stash
Crunchy Black at the hideout,
smokin' quarter pounds
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
First contestants fallin' down,
flag covered up over the casket
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender,
no cousin, no friend, no son
Sooner or later,
no matter your crews gon' drop
Oh,
Three 6 Mafia 
