Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mindstate, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Kings Of Memphis: Underground, Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoked Out
Song language: English
Mindstate |
I tried to warn 'em now they gunna |
Feel the bitches of the devil’s daughter |
Horror all because they followed up from sites so quick in sorrow |
There is no tomorrow |
Armageddon is here to close it and |
Smoking on some green |
Thinking of a plan to rob a man |
ScareCrow my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit? |
Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch? |
It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all |
Who got them 9s? |
Who got them Tecs? |
Fuck alla y’all! |
(ScareCrow) |
Psychodelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope |
What would happen if I traveled back in time, |
And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote? |
The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by the rapper Lord Infamous ScareCrow |
Happiness is not even an option my friend it is something that you’ll never know |
Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies, sea |
monsters and sorcery, |
Witches, genies, be-witches |
Give the ScareCrow permission |
Keys to the door way from all the regions of your mind |
I explain the unexplainable myths and times |
Triple 6 is my mindstate |
Pre-occupied with devil shit |
Trying to survive through this crime rate |
(DJ Paul) |
Sitting on the porch |
Trying to torch |
To the light green |
Weed then proceed |
To my mission as I allocate |
Meanwhile the sunset |
Trees blowing spookiness |
Twist the doorknob, torn my bible inside was the massive Tec |
So I snooped |
Coop and boop |
Load up and take a two with me man |
Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint |
Kick some doors |
Put some hoes |
On some mother fucking floors |
Giving a mother fucking ching, ching hoe before you go and smoke |
(Koopsta Knicca) |
Forget yo G’s, forget yo dead |
Where your little kids at? |
Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags |
Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent, though |
he was guilty they figured |
Not knowing that he was a mafia member |
A mafia member fell tossed in the river |
Using his skull |
Denting his wood |
Blood scattered all over the place no one scared for |
someone that saw all they face |
None of them got them a murder case |
Laying in disguise |
Get the Lies out they minds |
As they fly high wide |
In disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white |
(Juicy J) |
Is it Friday the 13th? |
Are you niggas scared? |
As I cock my gun back |
Put a bullet through your head |
I split them dreads |
Whatever, whatever |
You better beware |
The evilest scare |
Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air |
I got them glocks |
So if you run you’ll hear them pop |
And then you’ll drop |
I’ll come up on you and never stop |
Till I reach that point |
To wipe you out you hoes and haters |
Smoke you like joints |
You should have prayed to God to save ya |
(Crunchy Black) |
It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back |
He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the |
Hardy’s on the Mart to deal mo crack |
My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way |
Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway |
Paul rode up in a viper man |
I jumped on the passenger seat |
and that’s when he like started to explain |
How we gunna touch these hoes |
Shake them hoes |
Put 'em in a viper trunk |
Roll 'em to our stash spot |
And then we cut they body up |