Smoked Out, Loced Out lyrics

[Chorus: Lord Infamous, Lil Buck]
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo—smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo—smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo—smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo—smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Woke up early Tuesday mornin', on that devil sh*t
Time to hit the track, I got a sack, now where is Triple Six?
Ridin' through the park, tryin' to find a n*gga at the store
Cheese is what I'm makin' 'cause I'm wakin' up all on the floor
If you think I'm lyin', or you think that you can test nuts
Paul, with the .45, shoot 'em in his f*ckin' guts
Killer goin' insane in the brain, all aboard on the train
Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta' stop, get a Tanq
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
South Park, Gangsta Blac, Triple 6, smoked out
Loced out (Triple Six Mafia)
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
It seems, the X to the X Triple times, a six thousand degrees
The Triple 6 Mafia droppin' the weight on your ass, like a million OZ's
You see, the J, the O, the I-N-T
Lord Infamous smokin' these n*ggas
Like a f*ckin' terrorist from third world countries
I need to break down a pound, and go load up the C-L-I-P
A buster a buster, could never
Could never come f*ck with, fu-f*ck w-with me
Lord the G, that's slippin' up, chief up on the ganja trees
They wish to approach the Scarecrow in the smoke, but they can't face fatality
See the movies, Scarecrow, Gotti, Carlito, Montana, and Hoffa
All of us, down with the Triple 6 Mafia, b*tch

[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Lil Buck]
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo—smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo—smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia

[Verse 3: Project Pat & Buckshot]
Murderer, robber 
n*ggas with some charges
n*ggas you don't underestimate
'Cause we don't bar this Bullsh*t
The Triple 6, b*tch, I got a sawed-off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
Tear it off, fool, that's your head with these buckshots
Ridin' in your neighborhood, b*tch, with the Glock c*cked
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body lit up like a fuse (*gunshots*)
Head back to the hood, then, watch you on the news
Confused as hell, when you fall in the click
But that's what you get when you f*ck with the Triple 6, b*tch
[Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul]
Triple sizznix, all you trizznicks wanna' front my style
Bloody Glock handled to your face, it's time to buck 'em down
I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull
di*kity duckin' from bullets won't help
When I pull out the twelve gauge, releasin' the slugs (Ho)
You brand new groupies better catch up with your kind
You was slippin', now see, Triple 6 in my mind

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
North Memphis n*ggas, Triple 6 n*ggas
Real ass killers, quick to pull the trigger
And not barin' no b*tch, and not takin' no sh*t
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Click up on your ho ass, leave you lyin' in the grass
Khaki suits, black mask, n*gga, I'm about to blast
On these mothaf*ckas thinkin' that Juice Manne is a joke
Tryin' to test my pimpin', f*ck around, and get your ass smoked
Claim you with that Devil sh*t? Come and join the Triple Six
Don't cross the line, b*tch
And get your wig split

[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
First I grab the pump, and pump shoot a punk n*gga down
Clown like a f*ckin' psychopath to them triple six sounds
M-Town, down killas love to squeeze on them triggers
Trigger the Killa Man answers within the mind of another figure
Figure out, what form will the Devil confront you in
Transform into a friend, and note takin', life is at the end
Ends of the earth, hide secrets of your birth
How you live is how you die, but in the end, we all afraid
You pus*y b*tch motherf*ckers, rumors startin' trick
Sissy ass side busters, suck a n*gga di*k
di*k deep in the mouth of a talkin' ass coward
n*gga, you a duck, your named boughta be Howard
And how would a regular n*gga survive against them Sixes?
You fool makin' b*tches, don't get dumped in ditches
Lord Infamous bust, biggidy-bust on these bustas
Take 'em out, we smoked out, we loced out
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
[Outro: DJ Paul, Beavis & Butthead]
Yeah, you know I'm sayin'
You n*ggas can't f*ck with the Triple Six
b*tch
Haha, you dumb ass
Haha