Chorus
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 men capture me.
Scarecrown
Lord Infamous, Tha futuristic rowdy bounty hunter.
Nigga I come from the land down under.
Up the from the ground,
You dont want to rumble,
Or cry round,
Toss and tumble.
my voodoo do so my poetry,
Now chicken blood or poultry,
My victim been shook,
By a pack of coyote.
Soarin' through tha night,
Down to the trees,
Packed tight,
With two some one 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,
Wit ya body, I sprinkle rotten flower
pedals.
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 fell 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 Black
Fool we got yo' ass now,
So whats up?
Isn't you quiet,
Just because we got yo' ass muff.
Muffled like bag yo' mouth.
Shouldn't of ran yo' mouth.
Talkin' about you gonna creep,
While we was sleep,
But it was just no doubt.
Scarecrown
Now the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue
Your funky soul burn nigga.
Chorus
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 men capture me.
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.
(?) 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 niggaz from the three 6,
Tell em about the plan first.
Ooh Weee,
Can it be,
Another song we done made?
Fakin' on no damn jacks.
A bitch gots to get paid.
Come on prophets.
Now its 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 ,
Scot free with yo shit
Juicy J
For all the dirt,
That I did to my wife,
Forgive me lord,
Each and every night.
Crooked cops,
Pull a gun dont 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,
Wit empty shots.
Bucket clean,
they find a couple of grams.
(?) tha dope,
that that a nigga dont know.
The juice man,
Cant be cuttin' no bro.
Tryed the cuffs,
But the nigga didnt go.
Broke his throat,
Wit a quick left blow.
Now its 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 mo' blocks.
Put in reverse,
Then I heard the gun shots.
Doin a hundred,
So I couldnt get popped.
Officer friendly,
On the trip nonstop.