I gotta plan in command on your a** b**ch

This little short young niggas in them caskets

You bein' front black ni**a rolled up

Layed up on your a** hoe

Better run by Koopsta Crunchy

Juice Paul Boo and Scarecrow

Theres a whole lotta demons in my world today

Which means you run into a ni**a

Like Koop a nutcase

Here I can tell by tha day

Its gonna be a long night

When I take a swipe for you life

My big black butcher knife

Now while I'm kickin' niggas fiendin'

Just to kill 'em though

Before I go I get them Swishaz with them Navajos

Upon tha mighty Mississippi

Now can I f**kin' kick it

You better answer quick

Before I hit you for them riches

Cuz them niggaz want to really try to jump up

But they know they gonna catch a couple

Of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws

I kick sh*t flyin' through tha air

You wanna dare to test me

I'm tha Infamous nightmare

I wanna break some laws

I practice secret forms of voodoo culture

Dead flesh culture

From my pet vultures

Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements

Into my private temple in tha middle of Mount Everest

Smokin pine as I sky dive off a mountain

In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains

Countin corpses in my black fortress

In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits

See it was me Lil Buck and my ni**a Lil Knife

And some thug a** fool I never seen in my life

We roll in Bobby's 'Lac

With tha gold bones and vogues

Full grain

Cloth top

Steady pullin' them hoes

Tha ni**a that I didn't know said

He had some on a w**d

And stoppin' by tha crib so he can

Get up on some cheese

I've seen sh*t in tha game

As soon as he opened his mouth

We dropped him off tha fool

Went behind tha f**kin' house

I didn't think sh*t about it

But some minutes had to pass

Make me really not trust his busta a**

I looked around and somethin'

Just made my eye switch

Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha b**ch

Not takin' no chances I'm knowin' it's a stick up

But when we tried to bail

We got blocked by a pickup

Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin'

To see what I'm all about

But speakin to soon I got blasted

When I stepped up out tha Cadillac

Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9

I was up on my back seein' a 6-6

Up on a street sign

Lil Buck slamed right into them durves

Baby you want to scoop me as

I cross straight to tha curb

My ni**a Lil Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me

From tha last hoes who still stood on they feet

Now we gettin' tha f**k up out of the hood

That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right

It was a long night

It was a long night when I was locked down in 201

Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it ain't no fun

Watch them niggas fight over phone calls

Gettin' buck

Knowin' when they get they life

Sentence man they a** stuck

Niggas always nervous cuz

They servin bustas with a swords

Pullin' tha real killaz GD's

Crips and Vice Lords

Lower level ain't a joke

A ni**a got his neck broke

Thrown to tha ground like a b**ch pickin' up tha soap

But I wasn't goin cas a ni**a like me kept my shank

If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint

Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart

It'll be a fight

In 201 locked down

It was a long a** night

Where tha walls are lined with candle light

Sacraficin'

Goin' it enter tha Triple Six Mafia gun room

Soon I will choose tha weapon

I find most appropriate

For reasons I take tha Smith Wesson and a Mac 10

Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper

Grim Reaper and a Glock 19

Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16

Boo called tha Koopsta

Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial

Of the bodies

Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries

Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope

And held it on tha blunt of cambodian red d**e

Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in

Motha f**kin' Triple 6 assassins

Long Nite - Three-6 Mafia