Smoked Out, Loced Out

Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia

****, what you know 'bout the K-Rock the bald head?

****, we Prophet, motherfucker, don't stop it

Scan fuckin' Man wit' the Glock, make 'em drop it

Damn fool, what's this?

Step into the cut, just smokin' and smokin'

See me locin' and chokin' it

They buck, buck, buck when the po-pos come again

Buck, buck, buck, buck!

Now I was chillin' and ridin' with a couple of my ****

They caught the motherfucker slippin'

With a mean look to my face, "Where you goin'?"

You dodgin' my bullets, runnin' from the deathbed

Two shots to the head

Now that **** dead, I'm outside, be high

Motherfuckers is smoked out and loced out, yeah

If it's a **** with anna, let it flow to the grave

Let it roll to the dead

Scarecrow sophisticated, thugsta packs his gun, gun barrel smokin' neat freak

The little Infamous's start kickin' in, he gettin' me hype on another bloody pipe leak

Boy, you better watch your shit comin' up at me quick

Like ya up to somethin', what's wrong?

Gonna make me drum in a world war three to the rock ch-chainsaw massacre, run

Across the day, I saw that afterbirth comin' out the med room

And ever since that day, I've been wanting to put a motherfuckin' slug behind some **** earlobe

It's weird though, it's weird though

No hollows, there is no tomorrow

The Kaze, Lord Infamous, horror

I beat you negroes all goodbye, sayonara

I'm so high, I want to die

Ain't no reason why, why

Ain't no fuckin' alibi

I be wonderin' why

Why do I roll so many blunts?

Do I pull them Three 6 stunts?

Juicy, catch me before I jump

Jump off of the ocean side

Ocean side, call it suicide

Suicide is no fuckin' crimes in the devil's eye

It's black

Black in this motherfuckin' bitch

Nothin' poppin but da motherfuckin' Mafia 6ix

I'm getting smoked out, loced out, staying on top of shit

Don't playa hate congratulate me, give me my props, bitch, uh

The top notch **** I'm scopin' so you can't stop

The Prophet, the Posse

The whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop

Don't think I would have sympathy for shit that I said or did

I'm daddy's little girl that got caught up in the wrong bitch

So listen to my words of wisdom, this shit is so, so real

The realer the bitch come, the stronger the nut will

When you hear the word Triple 6

You get sick

'Cause you know it's many in our click

Strapped and thick

When the hollow points touch your skin

Then it rips

Travel through your body, then your friend

Yo wig split

Man, you busters know the mob don't play

When we spray

So it's best that you stay out our way

Or decay

Lyin' in your coffin, in your grave

Is where you lay

Instead of walkin' 'round here like you brave

Now let us pray

Loced out, smoked out, where them killas hangin', ho?

Deep down south, in the ghetto where we slangin' dope

Lyrics, do you fear it when you hear it

Enter in your head?

Hypnotizing young motherfuckers

Leavin' others dead

Scared from the sight

But the truth Project Pat's gonna preach

Strugglin' every night

It's my **** that I'm tryin' to reach

Locked in the pen

Who would never see them streets again

All for the mighty dollars

All for them dividends

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia (Loced out, loced out)

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, lo-loced

Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia

Triple 6 up in your grill, we be kickin' that ass

Don't be talkin' that lame

Blame it on the funk, pour the drank and I fuck all with that cocaine

You really don't know nothin' 'bout 6

Puttin' everything down with the shit

But I promise to God

If a **** try to test me, feel the worst of this click

**** get more buck to the, to the gut

Three six with a .40 cal with a pump

We talk about you, that ****, who that?

'Cause I pull that, shoot at who cares

Pat blast on that ass on the tainted glass

Raw got him on the run, but we on his ass

**** stop on the track, when we get to the B-H-Z

Don't let no **** pass

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia

Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out

Triple, Triple 6 Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Triple, Triple Six Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia (Loced out, loced out)