Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm
about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout The indo's creating illusions
The substance infesting my brain
cell is causing confusion
I picture teflon in slow motion
Its piercing threw flesh
and continues to cruising
Wait think straight, don't haste,
paste, penetrate
Face, ace, sake, place, base,
damn I think I'm crazed
Terrors the error, no errors within
my terror
Are you scared of 6, double
S'six demonically elegant elements
A manic depressive aggressiveness,
stress me bitch
And you will feel the strength
of my weapons kick
Trickery, hickory dickory dock,
I smoke top notch bud crop drop
The D, the O, the P,
the E, I need the B,
the L, the U- N- T
Because that green power
flower got much love
I tell you don't fuck with the triple six man
'cause you know that we on them drugs
Damn, I'm going off with this blunt
outer space rock
Lord Infamous,
I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high,
man, I'm about to shout
Who's that busting
up in my do',
was way too slow, I hit the flo'
They shot up all my niggas in
the kichen flipping dominos
Blood all on my leg,
I wiped this shit up to my fucking head
Caught them trizzys slipping,
buck them bust 'em bitches dead
Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa,
they're my broadies
My momma said there be day like this
but my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead
twisting on my dreads
I'm scared, a nigga dead,
it's in my fuckin' head
Thinking I would hesitate
and wait
to buck your bitches down
Read up on my tis nigga 'cause
I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clicking with that quickness like
a sickness from that Triple 6
Drop you winning a splander, cut you
up like Jeffrey Dahmer's bitch
Really high could curly spiring,
a nigga tryna flex up this
The motherfucker take you, get
some up in your neck
And when see you the Koopsta Knicca, he's
a fucking redrum
Run, run, run 'fore I leave
your damn body numb
Yeah it's Koopsta Knicca in this motherfucker
The real motherfuckers
Now I'm high,
really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six,
smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six,
triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man,
I'm about to shout
Three 6 Mafia 
