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Triple six clubhouse Three 6 Mafia
"Triple Six Clubhouse" by Three 6 Mafia, released in 1995, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, partying, and the darker aspects of urban culture. The lyrics reflect a raw, gritty lifestyle, while the production features haunting beats and samples. The song contributed to the rise of Southern rap and has influenced many artists in the genre.
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[Verse 1]
Pickin' up the murder scripts, so come audition for the role
And the code of the mother fuckin Triple Six sitcom
Niggas catchin' the infection from the rich so come along
For the mark on your arm, it's the end, come
Ball onto the next century, misery
Scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down in history
A train from the north, a train from the south
The east and west, they all collided
All the niggas died
Cause of greed and pride
Cause I will pursue, screw you
Put a slug through you
The voodoo brutally
Ride, I'm the seventh of the sign
I'm the sniper you can't find
And my slug made of shiny jewelry
Mister boogie man, fee-fi-fo-fum
I smell some money in his hand, take his sidearm
I don't give a fuck about your side
You can be from L.A., Miami, or the NY
[Chorus]
We gonna take you to the triple six clubhouse
We got a plot for you already dug out
I'm gonna run outside man and pop these things
Wanna, wanna come play in the black rain
Pickin' up the murder scripts, so come audition for the role
And the code of the mother fuckin Triple Six sitcom
Niggas catchin' the infection from the rich so come along
For the mark on your arm, it's the end, come
Ball onto the next century, misery
Scarecrow got a murder that is goin' down in history
A train from the north, a train from the south
The east and west, they all collided
All the niggas died
Cause of greed and pride
Cause I will pursue, screw you
Put a slug through you
The voodoo brutally
Ride, I'm the seventh of the sign
I'm the sniper you can't find
And my slug made of shiny jewelry
Mister boogie man, fee-fi-fo-fum
I smell some money in his hand, take his sidearm
I don't give a fuck about your side
You can be from L.A., Miami, or the NY
[Chorus]
We gonna take you to the triple six clubhouse
We got a plot for you already dug out
I'm gonna run outside man and pop these things
Wanna, wanna come play in the black rain
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