Now I’m Hi Pt. 3 - Three-6 Mafia

I gotta plan in command on your a** b**ch
This little short young niggas in them caskets
You bein' front black ni**a rolled up
Layed up on your a** hoe
Better run by Koopsta Crunchy
Juice Paul Boo and Scarecrow
Theres a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into a ni**a
Like Koop a nutcase
Here I can tell by tha day
Its gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for you life
My big black butcher knife
Now while I'm kickin' niggas fiendin'
Just to kill 'em though
Before I go I get them Swishaz with them Navajos
Upon tha mighty Mississippi
Now can I f**kin' kick it
You better answer quick
Before I hit you for them riches
Cuz them niggaz want to really try to jump up
But they know they gonna catch a couple
Of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws
I kick sh*t flyin' through tha air
You wanna dare to test me
I'm tha Infamous nightmare
I wanna break some laws
I practice secret forms of voodoo culture
Dead flesh culture
From my pet vultures
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements
Into my private temple in tha middle of Mount Everest
Smokin pine as I sky dive off a mountain
In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains
Countin corpses in my black fortress
In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits
See it was me Lil Buck and my ni**a Lil Knife
And some thug a** fool I never seen in my life
We roll in Bobby's 'Lac
With tha gold bones and vogues
Full grain
Cloth top
Steady pullin' them hoes
Tha ni**a that I didn't know said
He had some on a w**d
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can
Get up on some cheese
I've seen sh*t in tha game
As soon as he opened his mouth
We dropped him off tha fool
Went behind tha f**kin' house
I didn't think sh*t about it
But some minutes had to pass
Make me really not trust his busta a**
I looked around and somethin'
Just made my eye switch
Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha b**ch
Not takin' no chances I'm knowin' it's a stick up
But when we tried to bail
We got blocked by a pickup
Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin'
To see what I'm all about
But speakin to soon I got blasted
When I stepped up out tha Cadillac
Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9
I was up on my back seein' a 6-6
Up on a street sign
Lil Buck slamed right into them durves
Baby you want to scoop me as
I cross straight to tha curb
My ni**a Lil Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me
From tha last hoes who still stood on they feet
Now we gettin' tha f**k up out of the hood
That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right
It was a long night
It was a long night when I was locked down in 201
Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it ain't no fun
Watch them niggas fight over phone calls
Gettin' buck
Knowin' when they get they life
Sentence man they a** stuck
Niggas always nervous cuz
They servin bustas with a swords
Pullin' tha real killaz GD's
Crips and Vice Lords
Lower level ain't a joke
A ni**a got his neck broke
Thrown to tha ground like a b**ch pickin' up tha soap
But I wasn't goin cas a ni**a like me kept my shank
If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint
Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart
It'll be a fight
In 201 locked down
It was a long a** night
Where tha walls are lined with candle light
Sacraficin'
Goin' it enter tha Triple Six Mafia gun room
Soon I will choose tha weapon
I find most appropriate
For reasons I take tha Smith Wesson and a Mac 10
Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper
Grim Reaper and a Glock 19
Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16
Boo called tha Koopsta
Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial
Of the bodies
Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries
Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope
And held it on tha blunt of cambodian red d**e
Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in
Motha f**kin' Triple 6 assassins
Long Nite - Three-6 Mafia