Mindstate

[1st Verse, Gangsta Boo] I tried to warn 'em now they gunna Feel the vengeance of the devil's daughter Horror all because they followed up from sites So quick in sorrow There is no tomorrow Armageddon is gettin' closer, and Smoking on some green Thinking of a plan to rob a man Scarecrow my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit? Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch? It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all Who got them 9s? Who got them Tecs? Fuck alla y'all! [2nd Verse, Lord Infamous] Psychedelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope What would happen if I traveled back in time And replaced the Ten Commandments With something I wrote? The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago By the rapper Lord Infamous "Scarecrow" Happiness is not even a option my friend It is something that you'll never know Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies Sea monsters and sorcery Witches, genies, be-witches Give the Scarecrow permission Keys to the door way Further the regions of your mind I explain the unexplainable myths and times [Hook: Lord Infamous & (DJ Paul)] 4x Triple 6 is my mindstate (killa, killa) Pre-occupied with devil shit (murderer, murderer) Trying to survive through this crime rate [3rd Verse, DJ Paul] Sittin' on a porch Firin' a torch To the light green Weed then proceed To my mission as I'm 'bout to scheme Meanwhile the sun set Trees blowing spookiness Twist the doorknob To my viper inside was the mask and Tech So I scooped Koop and Boo Load up the Tech two with me man Key for the sellin' is what they got for me To come a weary saint Kick some doors Put some hoes On some mother fucking floors Give me da motherfuckin' ching-ching Hoe before you go in smoke [4th Verse, Koopsta Knicca] Picture this, picture that Where your little kids at? At the back of the alley Blast 'em with them Glocks and Tecs Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent Though he was guilty they figured Not knowing that he was a mafia member A mafia member fell tossed in the river Oozin' his skull, dent in his mug Blood scattered all over the place, no escape For someone that saw all they face None of them got them a murder case Laying in disguise Get the lies out they minds As they fly high Wide In the skies Open they eyes Then they realize [Hook: Lord Infamous & (DJ Paul)] 4x Triple 6 is my mindstate (killa, killa) Pre-occupied with devil shit (murderer, murderer) Trying to survive through this crime rate [5th Verse, Juicy J] Is it Friday the 13th? Are you niggas scared? As I cock my gun back Put a bullet through your head I spit them dreads Whatever, whatever You better beware The evilest scare Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air I got them Glocks So if you run you'll hear them pop And then you'll drop I'll come up on you and never stop Till I reach that point To wipe you out, you hoes and haters Smoke you like joints You should have prayed to God to save ya [6th Verse, Crunchy Black] It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the Hardys on the mall to deal mo' crack My girl beeped me she told me Paul was on his fucking way Hit me on his cellular phone, he's balling down parkway Paul rolled up in a Viper mane I jumped on the passenger seat And that's when he like started to explain How we gonna touch these hoes Shake them hoes Put 'em in a viper trunk Roll 'em to our stash spot And then we cut they body up