Mindstate

[Gangsta Boo]

I tried to warn 'em now they gunna

Feel the bitches of the devil's daughter

Horror all because they followed up from sites so quick in sorrow

There is no tomorrow

Armageddon is here to close it 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!

[ScareCrow]

Psychodelical 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 an 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 from all the regions of your mind

I explain the unexplainable myths and times

[Chorus: Scarecrow (repeat 4X)]

Triple 6 is my mindstate

Pre-occupied with devil shit

Trying to survive through this crime rate

[DJ Paul]

Sitting on the porch

Trying to torch

To the light green

Weed then proceed

To my mission as I allocate

Meanwhile the sunset

Trees blowing spookiness

Twist the doorknob, torn my bible inside was the massive Tec

So I snooped

Coop and boop

Load up and take a two with me man

Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint

Kick some doors

Put some hoes

On some mother fucking floors

Giving a mother fucking ching, ching hoe before you go and smoke

[Koopsta Knicca]

Forget yo G's, forget yo dead

Where your little kids at?

Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags

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

Using his skull

Denting his wood

Blood scattered all over the place no one scared 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 disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]

Is it Friday the 13th?

Are you niggas scared?

As I cock my gun back

Put a bullet through your head

I split 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

[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

Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack

My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way

Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway

Paul rode up in a viper man

I jumped on the passenger seat

and that's when he like started to explain

How we gunna 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