Destruction Terror accords par
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia

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Tonalité : B major
Verse 1
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Chorus
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Destruction terror
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and mayhem
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Pass me a.....
Verse 2
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(Koopsta Knicca)
Look in the eyes of this
muthafuckin' wise guy
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I got the nine on my side
But let me tell you why
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Inside the blackness of the skies
Lie the fuckein' robbers
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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
Gm
We had to spread
G5
Aw yeah but guess what
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happened next
Me and my six niggas
had to rip them temples in
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I didn't want to kill 'em
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But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'
(DJ Paul) Bitches when we see ya
we gonna get'cha
Verse 3
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We cockin'
Gm
45's to yo tem ple
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Let the bullet hit'cha
Abm
We ain't gonna stop
Mark my word
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Ain't no shootin' in there ever
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Enemies ain't birds
All this medicine done made
me crazy
I'm starting to lace it
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I should've stopped a long time ago
But I was lazy
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You sissy son of a bitch
You need to turn yo self in
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We want'cha bad in the south
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The quicker you pay
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The quicker the payment be
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Verse 4
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Chorus
(Juicy "J")
It's about 1'oclock AM in my hood
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In my set 4 deep in the steamer
Gettin' high
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'Bout to we me a
motherfucka up
Aftermath when I blast
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Leave a motherfucka bucked
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Layin' down in the grass
Niggas acting like they hard
Pullin' cards
But they fake
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Niggas claiming that they bad
Looking mad for they trait
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Talk down on a playa
But they smile in yo face
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We gonna ride on you fools
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Get away without no case
Verse 5
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(Gangsta Boo) Hoes
killing me softly
Trying to put me to the test
Gm
Give me a fuckin' reason
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just to snap yo neck
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I be the one with flow
that's hurting all you hoes
G5
Late night
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Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door
Never be out to playa hate
Strictly out for my riches
Gm
I ain't got time for this shit
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Cause it's money over bitches
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Bustas be telling me to leave
Niggas stay out of mine
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Who gives a damn what you think
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Bitch I'm prophet for life
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Verse 6
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Chorus
(Lord Infamous)
Never take her for the reasons
of a killa
Six dimensions
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Let the ammunition take you through
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The darkness of the solar system
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Malice murderers of many men
Multiply incisions
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They certain their vision
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Get them percision and death permission
Best believe
I keep them over seventeen
Up in any magazine
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Cuaght the wicked packed
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That fool is jacked and catch
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a casuality
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Having the capacity
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To try to pull a strap on me
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But Infamous is coming with
the motherfuckin' stack of the
Teflon plated served peala'
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I do not recommend fucking
with Scarcrow
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Nigga got you making tons of enemies
Triple that much in artillery
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Showing no love for not anything
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Popping yo head to the butcher swing
Polish the blade on the guillotine
Put that bitch out his misery
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Fuck a hoe out the galaxy
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Infamous with a fatality
There's no way you can imagine
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Bodies stacked up on the battle scene
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Living pyschopatheticly
Scarecrow terror Tennessee
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Outro 1
Chorus
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