It Was Triple Six lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Glock, Project Pat, & Gangsta Pat]
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothaf*ckas at point blank range
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothaf*ckas at point blank range

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Deadly measures are the consequence, I pray for apocalypse
I quickly drop you, b*tch, feel the flame of the arsonist
Bullets knockin' n*ggas down, as if they were heat seekin'
Scalpin' me more damn fools than the lunatic Mohican
Slaughterin', mothaf*cka, don't give a damn if people are watching
Passin' n*ggas droppin' out a black van like a SWAT team
I'm stalkin', watch me, a weaponry master
Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture
Step in through the dark roads, ho, but you didn't know
These bloody, scary grounds were haunted by the Scarecrow
Maze of the horrifying terror to the maximum
Keeper of the devil's will, Lord Infamous axe murderer
Murder ya guts, come with us the real astonishment
The place where corpses hang like mothaf*ckin' ornaments
Busta ass n*ggas, you knows I folds 'em
Mothaf*ckas eyes, I will permanently close them
[Chorus: Lil Glock, Project Pat, & Gangsta Pat]
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothaf*ckas at point blank range
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothaf*ckas at point blank range

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm comin' through the crowd with this mothaf*ckin' nine tone
Camouflage in the dark, with a pair of Locs on
Lettin' these n*ggas know that I'm fed up with this traitin' sh*t
You wanna be somethin' you're not so I'm lettin' you know, you'll get yo wig split
The Juice Mane is in this mothaf*cka, ready to tear sh*t up
Easily execute n*ggas, make these b*tches bite the dust
Growin' up in the hood, a n*gga always stayed low-key
No identification, people always ask "Who is he?"
Tip-toin' quietly for hoes who wanna try me
I always had crazy thoughts that demons were behind me
Pushin' me to the edge, sayin' it's cool to fill a b*tch up with lead
Write a list of n*ggas I don't like, and leave 'em all dead
Life is too short, I'd rather be tucked in a straitjacket
Visions in my mind, lock me up, because I can't hack it
When it hit the fan, in my mind, a n*gga can't forget it
If somebody ask, I'm gonna say "Triple Six did it"
[Chorus: Lil Glock, Project Pat, & Gangsta Pat]
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothaf*ckas at point blank range
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothaf*ckas at point blank range

[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Big afro, rollin' 5.0, the Skinny Pimp on a creep
Slowly, smokin' these b*tches, never low-key
Project life that I live, pimpin' so strong, hit a b*tch with a gun
Shoot that fool, make a move, while I kick back in a harpoon
Nervous, yo head full of veins, you can't be hard
Robbery squad on my knob, b*tches pullin' ho cards

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
These b*tches pullin' ho cards, these n*ggas think they too hard
I wanna pull my gat and blow these suckers head apart
'Cause n*ggas be claimin' Triple Six to try to get they name out
And try to diss on tape because they know they pockets ain't stout
So how you gon' diss when you know you ain't sh*t
Tryna bang yourself out, ridin' other folk di*k
You n*gga, you b*tch, I'm gonna c-click
On any lemon lame who underestimate the Triple Six
You wanna throw them thangs
You get dumped in the garbage ditch
We watchin' every move you make, n*gga, this is real black
Triple Six Mafia, tellin' you hoes to watch yo back
[Chorus: Lil Glock, Project Pat, & Gangsta Pat]
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothaf*ckas at point blank range
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
b*tches thinkin' "who was it?", b*tch, it was Triple Six
Shootin' mothaf*ckas at point blank range