Spill My Blood (Explicit)
Three 6 Mafia"Spill My Blood (Explicit)" é uma música de Three 6 Mafia, 1997, Pop. A música tem 3:55 de duração, 103 lines / 690 words.
Letra
0:00Have they come to spill my blood
0:03Have they come to sentence me
0:07Will I leave here with my life my Lord
0:10If the law men capture me
0:14Have they come to spill my blood
0:17Have they come to sentence me
0:20Will I leave here with my life my Lord
0:24If the law men capture me
0:28Lord Infamous the futuristic rowdy bounty-hunter
0:31Ni**a I come from the land down under
0:35Up the from the ground
0:37You don't want to rumble or cry round
0:40Toss and tumble
0:42My voodoo do so my poetry
0:44Now chicken blood or poultry
0:45My victim been shook by a pack of coyote
0:48Soarin' through the night down to the trees
0:51Packed tight with two-some on shakes
0:53No rubber with a paratroop in fields with parachutes
0:55Down to the blue
0:57No matter however can't hold em' for forever
0:59Dead or alive with your body I sprinkle rotten flower pedals
1:02Yes the consequences are your choice my dred
1:05'Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head
1:09I'm wakin' up tossin' and turnin'
1:12Like in a scuffle
1:13My words aren't clear rarely I speak speak
1:16My voice is muffled muffled
1:17My hands over my face
1:19They done got me
1:20I'm startin' to feel woozy
1:22They done shot me
1:24The same fools I done creeped on
1:26In his own sleep sleep
1:27One them hoes survived
1:29Now they creeped on me
1:30Fool we got your a** now
1:33So what's up
1:34Isn't you quiet just because we got your a** muff
1:37Muffled-like bag your mouth
1:39Shouldn't of ran your mouth
1:41Talkin' about you gonna creep
1:43While we was sleep but it was just no doubt
1:46Now the tables have turned
1:47And in the mist of the morgue
1:49Your funky sould burn ni**a
1:51Have they come to spill my blood
1:54Have they come to sentence me
1:58Will I leave here with my life my Lord
2:01If the law men capture me
2:05Have they come to spill my blood
2:08Have they come to sentence me
2:12Will I leave here with my life my Lord
2:15If the law men capture me
2:18Ten times out of twelve nine times out of tenv
2:21Gansta Boo is in it to win
2:23Prophet rider till the end smokin' w**d
2:25Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts
2:28Thoughts about a ni**a
2:30I remember what that trick had bought
2:32Kept that visine in my purse
2:33Get a rental car from Hertz
2:35Call my niggas from the Three 6
2:37Tell 'em 'bout the plan first
2:39Ooh wee
2:39Can it be another song we done made
2:42Fakin' on no damn jacks
2:43A b**ch gots to get paid
2:45Come on prophets now it's on
2:47Ni**a it's like that home alone
2:49Like white boy f**kin' lets go get this b**ch
2:52Man ni**a gone done deal stupid trick
2:54Now you know this lady b**ch
2:56Swing go gets high
2:58Scott free with your sh*t
3:01For all the dirt that I did to my wife
3:03Forgive me Lord each and every night
3:04Croked cops pull a gun don't fight
3:06Blow you away leave you out of sight
3:07Search a ni**a from the shirt to pants
3:09Nothin' on me but a sack a** can
3:12Bucket clean
3:13They find a couple of grams
3:15Tons of d**e that that ni**a don't know
3:16The Juice man can't be cuttin' no bro
3:18Tryed the cuffs but the ni**a didn't go
3:20Broke his throat with a quick left blowv
3:21Now it's on and the chase begins
3:23Cuttin' the corner shirt blowin' in the wind
3:25Dog on my trail and he pickin' up the scent
3:28Jump in the lex voodoo like a hex
3:30Dog confused in they mind complex
3:32F**k the red light ballin' on my set
3:34Cops on my trail 'cause I let you rest
3:36Hop in the car ran two more blocks
3:37Put in reverse then I heard the gun shots
3:39Doin' a hundred so I couldn't get popped
3:41Officer friendly on the trip nonstop
3:42Have they come to spill my blood
3:45Have they come to sentence me
3:49Will I leave here with my life my Lord
3:52If the law men capture me
3:55Have they come to spill my blood
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 Lord Infamous the futuristic rowdy bounty-hunter Ni**a I come from the land down under Up the from the ground You don't want to 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-some on shakes No rubber with a paratroop 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 pedals Yes the consequences are your choice my dred 'Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head 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 Fool we got your a** now So what's up Isn't you quiet just because we got your a** muff Muffled-like bag your mouth Shouldn't of 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 sould burn ni**a 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 Ten times out of twelve nine times out of tenv Gansta Boo is in it to win Prophet rider till the end smokin' w**d Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts Thoughts about a ni**a 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 'bout the plan first Ooh wee Can it be another song we done made Fakin' on no damn jacks A b**ch gots to get paid Come on prophets now it's on Ni**a it's like that home alone Like white boy f**kin' lets go get this b**ch Man ni**a gone done deal stupid trick Now you know this lady b**ch Swing go gets high Scott free with your sh*t For all the dirt that I did to my wife Forgive me Lord each and every night Croked cops pull a gun don't fight Blow you away leave you out of sight Search a ni**a from the shirt to pants Nothin' on me but a sack a** can Bucket clean They find a couple of grams Tons of d**e that that ni**a don't know The Juice man can't be cuttin' no bro Tryed the cuffs but the ni**a didn't go Broke his throat with a quick left blowv Now it's on and the chase begins Cuttin' the corner shirt blowin' in the wind Dog on my trail and he pickin' up the scent Jump in the lex voodoo like a hex Dog confused in they mind complex F**k 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 gun shots Doin' a hundred so I couldn't get popped Officer friendly on the trip nonstop 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
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