Spill My Blood

Lyrics

[Hook: Lord Infamous] Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will I leave here with my life my lord If the law men capture me Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will I live to see the morning sun If the law men capture me [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Lord Infamous, me futuristic rowdy bounty hunter Nigga, I come from the land down under Up the from the ground, you don't wanna rumble Or cry round, toss and tumble My voodoo do so my poetry Now chicken blood or poultry My victim been shook by a pack of coyote Soarin' through the night, down to the trees, packed tight with two Submachines, no rubber boots, paratroops in fields with parachutes Down to the blue, no matter, however, can't hold em' for forever Dead or alive, with your body, I sprinkle rotten flower petals Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I'm wakin' up, tossin' and turnin' like in a scuffle My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak, my voice is muffled, muffled My hands over my face, they done got me I'm startin' to feel woozy, they done shot me The same fools I done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep One them hoes survived, now they creeped on me, me [Verse 3: Crunchy Blac & Scan Man] Fool we got your ass now, so what's up? Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff Muffled like bag your mouth, shouldn't have ran your mouth Talkin' about you gonna creep while we was sleep But it was just no doubt, now the tables have turned And in the mist of the morgue your funky soul burn, nigga [Hook: Lord Infamous] Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will I leave here with my life my lord If the law men capture me Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will I leave here with my life my lord If the law men capture me [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] Ten times out of twelve, nine times out of ten Gangsta Boo is in it to win, Prophet rider till the end Smokin' weed, gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts Thoughts about a nigga I remember what that trick had bought Kept that visine in my purse, get a rental car from Hertz Call my niggas from the Three 6, tell em' about the plan first Ooh weeee, can it be, another stang we done made? Fakin' on no damn jacks, a bitch gots to get paid Come on Prophets, now it's on, nigga it's like that home alone Like that white boy Culkin, let's go split this bitch made nigga dome Done deal stupid trick, now you know this lady bitch Swing go gets high, scot-free with your shit [Verse 5: Juicy J] For all the dirt that I did to my wife, forgive me Lord, each and every night Crooked cops pull the guns, don't fight, blow you away, leave you out of sight Search a nigga from his shirt to pants, nothin' on me but a sack ass can Cannon nine with empty shots but they claimed they found a couple of grams Grams of dope that a nigga don't know, the Juice mane can't be cuttin' no blow Tried the cuffs but a nigga didn't go, broke his throat with a quick left blow Now it's on, and the chase begins, cuttin' the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind Dog on my trail and he pickin' up a scent, K-9, cops keep a four-legged friend Jump in the lex, voodoo like a hex, dog confused, in they mind complex Fuck the red light, ballin' on my set, cops on my trail, cause I let you rest Hop in the car, ran two more blocks, put in reverse, then I heard the gunshots Doin' a hundred, so I couldn't get popped, officer friendly, on the trip nonstop [Hook: Lord Infamous] Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will I leave here with my life my lord If the law men capture me Have they come to spill my blood