paroles de chanson Spill My Blood - Three 6 Mafia
Chorus
1 x1
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
man
capture
me
Chorus
2 x1
Have
they
come
to
spill
my
blood
Have
they
come
to
sentence
me
Will
I
live
to
see
the
morning
sun
If
the
law
man
capture
me.
(Scarecrow)
Lord
Infamous,
the
futuristic
rowdy
bounty
hunter
Nigga
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
poulty
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
petals
Yes
the
consequences,
are
your
choice,
my
dred
Cause
Lord
Infamous
will
gain
A
healthy
bounty
for
your
head
(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
(Crunchy
Blac)
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
of
ran
your
mouth
Talkin'
about
you
gonna
creep
While
we
was
sleep,
but
it
was
just
no
doubt
(Scanman)
Now
the
tables
have
turned
And
in
the
mist
of
the
morgue
Your
funky
sould
burn
nigga
Chorus
1 x1
Chorus
2 x2
(Gangsta
Boo)
Ten
times
out
of
twelve
Nine
times
out
of
ten
Gansta
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
song
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
white
boy
fuckin'
Lets
go
get
this
bitch
Man
nigga
gone,
done
deal
stupid
trick
Now
you
know
this
lady
bitch
Swing
go
gets
high
Scott
free
with
your
shit
(Juicy
J)
For
all
the
dirt
That
I
did
in
my
life
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
nigga
from
the
shirt
to
pants
Nothin′
on
me
But
a
sack
ass
can
Cannon
I,
With
empty
shots
Bucket
clean
They
find
a
couple
of
grams
Tons
of
dope
That
that
nigga
don′t
know
The
Juice
man
Can't
be
cuttin′
no
bro
Tryed
the
cuffs
But
the
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
the
scent
K-9
cops
Kill
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
gun
shots
Doin'
a
hundred,
so
I
couldn′t
get
popped
Officer
friendly,
on
the
trip
nonstop
Chorus1&2...
till
fade
1 Late Nite Tip
2 We Are Waiting
3 Land of the Lost
4 Anyone Out There
5 N 2 Deep
6 Neighborhood Hoe
7 Flashes
8 3-6 In the Morning
9 Weed Is Got Me High
10 Gunclaps
11 Spill My Blood
12 Watcha Do
13 I Ain't Cha Friend
14 Motivated
15 Are U Ready 4 Us (feat. Dayton Family)
16 Hit a Muthafucka
17 Will Blast
18 Studio Time
19 Prophet Posse (feat. Indo G & K-Rock)
20 Who Got Dem 9's (feat. Project Pat)
21 Tear Da Club Up '97
22 Bodyparts 2 (feat. Indo K, K-Rock, M-Child & Project Pat)
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