Smoke Out, Loced Out
Smoked Out Loced Out

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Smoked out, loced out Loced out lo-loced out loced out (Triple ss triple six mafia mafia)(x3)

D.J. Paul
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! that's fucked up

Crunchy Blac
Niggga but you know but you can't Rob the power hey, Nigga with posse Motherfucker don't them Scared, fuck a man wtih the glock Make 'em drop it Damn fool what's this (trip-triple six mafia mafia) Step it to the cut Just smokin' and smokin' See me locin' it and chokin' it Puff puff puff When the po pos come again Buck buck buck buck (triple ss triple six mafia mafia...) Now I was killin' a ride With a double them niggas They got te motherfucker strippin' with a knee Look through my face ? Fuck a dead bed Two shots to the head Now the nigga dead I'm bout' five the high Motherfuckers is smoked out and loced dead Even the nigga without and let it flow to the bread Better roll to the dead

Scarecrow
Scarecrow's the face Dedicated thugsta syle Cause when gone bare Smokin' deep free The little infamous's car taken in heaat Gettin' me hype On a little bitty pipe lee Fool you better watch your shit Comin' up and make quick Lke ya up to somethin' What squirm could of made me jog In my world where three to the rock chess chess Unless the rock All across this day I wsaw the afterbird comin' out the mirror And ever since today I've been wanting To put a motherfuckers slip and have some nigga earlow It's weird though, It's weird though No houses's there is no tomorrow Here comes the Lord Infamous How ever I bet you nigros all go back Sianara

Gangsta Boo
I'm so high I want to die Ain't no reason why Why ain't no fuckin' alaby I be wonderin' why Why do I roll so many blunts Do I blow them three six stump Do she 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 mtherfuckin' bitch Don't say bout' them motherfucking mafia six

Crunchy Blac
I'll get ya somoked out loced out Staying on top shit Don't playa hate congradulate me Give me my props bitch, ugh No top notch Niggas I'm scopin' so you can't stop The prophet posse Thw whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop Don't think i would have sympathy for shit I said or did I'm daddy's litle girl That they call up in the wrong bitch So listen to my words of wisdom This shit is so so real More real of a bitch Call em' the stronger the nut will


Young g's looking out for a meal ticket Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it to a level that you ho's can not handle bitch 6 shots from the glock left him dead (x2)

Crunchy Blac
Man I'm gettin tired of all you playa hatin bitches Playa hatin on this game,you see a nigga out to get cha You see I heard from ya ho's you was flodgin bout ya riches So I had to hit the klan tell we had to come and get cha So I told them I'll hit them back So I can go get some facts Scopin out this nigga shack Making sure that shit is fat Then I hit lil skinny pat Told em that,that shit was fat Then my nigga project said (project pat:when we go get this bitch) Scan Man
Go to War crnchy and scan Drop them bodies off to the shore There's no more In this bitch Trying to get buck with this click I'm insane in the brain got me going after this ? Acid rain From the sky Wash the remains down to dry In your yard,after dark It's them niggas who like to rob In ya face With no trace You go vanish from this place No one cries Could you die Scan man dares to wipe there eyes Lullabyes A hear the tomb So ya click is not to soon

Scarecrow
When you hear the word Triple six You get sick Casue you know it's many in a click Strap that dick When the halopoints touch your skin Then it rips Travel through your body then your friend Yo it's split Made you bust and know them out then play When we spray So what's best that you stay outta our way Or decay Lie in your coffin in your grave Is where lay instead of walkin' round' and like your paid Now let us pray Loced out smoke out where them killas hangin hoe get 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 two breack check back on the breeze It's my niggas that I'm tryin' to reach Locked in their pin Who would never see them streets again All but the ight dollars All fuck them divadends (Mafia x4)

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Triple ss triple six (Mafia x4) Loced out smoked out(x3)

Scarecrow
Triple six up in your crib When your kickin' that ass Then we take and let main bame Layin' on the fall Purrin' the drank and I fuck all with that cocaine You really don't want nothin' better cease Puttin' everything down with the shit But I promise to got If a nigga try to test me fit don't work with this click Nigga get more work to the to the gut Three six with a 40 cal with a pop We talk about you that nigga who that casue I pull that shoot at who cares Pat blast on that ass on the tainted glass Raw gottta move with raw But we on his ass Nigga stop me on the chair When we get to the p-h-z Don't let no nigga pass

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Mafia, mafia Loced out smoked out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out Triple ss triple six mafia mafia Smoked out smoked out, loced out lo-loced loced out Triple ss triple sic mafia mafia Loced out smoked out, loced lo-loced out loced out (Repeat till fade)

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