Love To Make A Stain

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lord Infamous] Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I'm scopin' out you buster 'cause I got no love fizzor you I got a green Chevy with a trunk that'll hold you Down, 'til I reach my part of town, Blackside Bound, clown, shoot you down Have you ever heard the sound of a S-K auto round? Trick (Trick) Ditch your bitch in a second, click, quick (Quick) On a rapper for the hell of this Show my love that I got for the Three sixsizznix in the heart of me Fills my bizzody with the love of robbery (Robbery) [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Scarecrow with the cloud of smoke flyin' out my mouth The little hundred rounds, give it to me, now, or me pow Me cock a slug, drop you in thee blood, in thee blood Eventually you pass away, and then me choke on me bud Me wonder why smokin' this thunder makes me go out and hunt out a nigga for money I start this shit out on a Monday, and do not stop until that bloody Sunday No matter sunshine or rain, mane Shut the fuck up and give me everythang [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang [Verse 3: Juicy J] Back in the days as a kid I played Stick 'em up Now I'm gettin' buck, gained nuts, robbin' armored trucks Walkin' through the streets of Hyde Park when it's pitch dark Comin' out the cuts with a Gat when I'm ready to rob 'Part to my job, I was makin' busters think twice Thinkin' that I'm fuckin' nice, knowin' I'll make they body ice cold Then throw 'em in the hideaway, where bodies lay With them thangs we'll split you brain, when we stang [Verse 4: Scan Man] The last stang, grab my Glock, Paul my nig', stand your post Time to get these trizznicks, who fuck with the motherfuckin' ritual click Paul, you take the right, my nig', now cut they debt Anna's growin' constantly, now it's time they meet their death Creep up slowly, most quietly don't make no noise Brutal, how I was reckoning on this moterhfucker ho-type niggaro Split them brains, now shoot, fill 'em full of milli rounds Gunshots they sound off, trizznicks left dead on the ground Buster bitch, test this shit, I unload the big boy clip Terror stang, smoothly done, then I blow smoke from my gun No love in me, the Scan Man just don't give a fuck Stangin' you bitches and leave 'em in ditches That's what the Triple 6 really love [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Because me real-because me real— Because me real-because me really love to make a stang Because me real-because me real— Because me real-because me really love to make a stang Because me real-because me real— Because me real-because me really love to make a stang Because me real-because me real— Because me real-because me really love to make a stang Because me real-because me real— Because me real-because me really love to make a stang Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mist-Mister High-Capper, don't make me touch you, mane