โหลดเพลง mp3 Spill My Blood - Three 6 Mafia

Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my Lord
If the law men capture me
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my Lord
If the law men capture me
Lord Infamous the futuristic rowdy bounty-hunter
Ni**a I come from the land down under
Up the from the ground
You don't want to rumble or cry round
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poultry
My victim been shook by a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night down to the trees
Packed tight with two-some on shakes
No rubber with a paratroop in fields with parachutes
Down to the blue
No matter however can't hold em' for forever
Dead or alive with your body I sprinkle rotten flower pedals

Yes the consequences are your choice my dred
'Cause Lord Infamous will gain a healthy bounty for your head
I'm wakin' up tossin' and turnin'
Like in a scuffle
My words aren't clear rarely I speak speak
My voice is muffled muffled
My hands over my face
They done got me
I'm startin' to feel woozy
They done shot me
The same fools I done creeped on
In his own sleep sleep
One them hoes survived
Now they creeped on me
Fool we got your a** now
So what's up
Isn't you quiet just because we got your a** muff
Muffled-like bag your mouth
Shouldn't of ran your mouth
Talkin' about you gonna creep
While we was sleep but it was just no doubt
Now the tables have turned
And in the mist of the morgue
Your funky sould burn ni**a
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my Lord
If the law men capture me
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my Lord
If the law men capture me
Ten times out of twelve nine times out of tenv

Gansta Boo is in it to win
Prophet rider till the end smokin' w**d
Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts
Thoughts about a ni**a
I remember what that trick had bought
Kept that visine in my purse
Get a rental car from Hertz
Call my niggas from the Three 6
Tell 'em 'bout the plan first
Ooh wee
Can it be another song we done made
Fakin' on no damn jacks
A b**ch gots to get paid
Come on prophets now it's on
Ni**a it's like that home alone
Like white boy f**kin' lets go get this b**ch
Man ni**a gone done deal stupid trick
Now you know this lady b**ch
Swing go gets high
Scott free with your sh*t

For all the dirt that I did to my wife
Forgive me Lord each and every night
Croked cops pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away leave you out of sight
Search a ni**a from the shirt to pants
Nothin' on me but a sack a** can
Bucket clean
They find a couple of grams
Tons of d**e that that ni**a don't know
The Juice man can't be cuttin' no bro
Tryed the cuffs but the ni**a didn't go
Broke his throat with a quick left blowv
Now it's on and the chase begins
Cuttin' the corner shirt blowin' in the wind
Dog on my trail and he pickin' up the scent
Jump in the lex voodoo like a hex
Dog confused in they mind complex
F**k the red light ballin' on my set
Cops on my trail 'cause I let you rest
Hop in the car ran two more blocks
Put in reverse then I heard the gun shots
Doin' a hundred so I couldn't get popped
Officer friendly on the trip nonstop
Have they come to spill my blood

Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my Lord
If the law men capture me

Have they come to spill my blood