Smoked Out, Loced Out

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Lil Buck] Triple Six Mafia, Mafia Smoked out, smoked out Loced out, smo-smoked out Smoked out Triple Six Mafia, Mafia Smoked out, smoked out Loced out, smo-smoked out Smoked out Triple Six Mafia, Mafia Smoked out, smoked out Loced out, smo-smoked out Smoked out Triple Six Mafia, Mafia Smoked out, smoked out Loced out, smo-smoked out Smoked out Triple Six Mafia, Mafia [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Woke up early Tuesday mornin', on that devil shit Time to hit the track, I got a sack, now where is Triple Six? Ridin' through the park, tryin' to find a nigga at the store Cheese is what I'm makin' 'cause I'm wakin' up all on the floor If you think I'm lyin', or you think that you can test nuts Paul, with the .45, shoot 'em in his fuckin' guts Killer goin' insane in the brain, all aboard on the train Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta' stop, get a Tanq' Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout South Park, Gangsta Blac, Triple 6, smoked out Loced out (Triple Six Mafia) [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] It seems the X to the X, triple times, a six thousand degrees The Triple 6 Mafia droppin' the weight on your ass, like a million OZ's You see the J, the O, the I-N-T Lord Infamous smokin' these niggas like a fuckin' terrorist from third world countries I need to break down a pound, and go load up the C-L-I-P A buster, a buster, could never, could never come fuck with Fu-fuck w-with me Lord the G that's slippin' up, chief up on the ganja trees They wish to approach the Scarecrow in the smoke but they can't face fatality See the movies, Scarecrow, Gotti, Carlito, Montana, and Hoffa All of us, down with the Triple 6 Mafia, bitch [Chorus: Lord Infamous & Lil Buck] Triple Six Mafia, Mafia Smoked out, smoked out Loced out, smo-smoked out Smoked out Triple Six Mafia, Mafia Smoked out, smoked out Loced out, smo-smoked out Smoked out Triple Six Mafia, Mafia [Verse 3: Project Pat & Buckshot] Murderer, robber Niggas with some charges, niggas you don't underestimate 'Cause we don't bar this, bullshit, The Triple 6 Bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off Tear it off, fool, that's your head with these buckshots Ridin' in your neighborhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body lit up like a fuse *gunshots* Head back to the hood, then watch you on the news Confused as hell when you fall in the click But that's what you get when you fuck with the Triple 6, bitch [Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul] Drippin' pizzniss on you trizznicks wanna front my style Bloody Glock handle to your face, it's time to buck 'em down I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull Dickity-duckin' from bullets won't help when I pull out the twelve gauge, releasin' the slugs (Ho) You brand new groupies better catch up with your kind You were slippin', now I see you, Triple 6 in my mind [Verse 5: Juicy J] North Memphis niggas, Triple 6 niggas Real-ass killers, quick to pull the trigger And not barin' no bitch, and not takin' no shit Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip Creep up on your ho-ass, leave you lyin' in the grass Khaki suits, black mask, nigga, I'm about to blast On these motherfuckers thinkin' the Juice Manne is a joke Tryin' to test my pimpin', fuck around, and get your ass smoked Claim you with that Devil shit? Come and join the Triple Six Don't cross the line, bitch, and get your wig split [Verse 6: DJ Paul] First I grab the pump, and pump, shoot a punk nigga down Clown like a fuckin' psychopath to them triple six sounds M-Town, down killers love to squeeze on them triggers Trigger the Killa Man answers within the mind of another figure Figure out what form will the Devil confront you in Transform into a friend, and note takin', life is at the end Ends of the earth, hide secrets of your birth How you live is how you die, but in the end, we all afraid You pussy bitch motherfuckers, rumors startin' trick Sissy-ass side busters, suck a nigga dick Dick deep in the mouth of a talkin'-ass coward Nigga, you a duck, your named boughta be Howard And how would a regular nigga survive against them Sixes? You fool makin' bitches, don't get dumped in ditches Lord Infamous bust, biggidy-bust on these busters Take 'em out, we smoked out, we loced out Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (Loced out) [Outro: DJ Paul, Beavis & Butthead & Lord Infamous] Yeah, you know I'm sayin' You niggas can't fuck with the Triple Six Bitch Haha, you dumb-ass (Haha) Triple 6—