[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
The Indo's creating illusions
The substance infesting, my brain cells is causing confusion
I picture Teflon in slow motion
It's piercing through flesh, and continues to cruising
Wait, think straight, don't haste, pace, penetrate
Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn, I think I'm crazed
Terrors the error, no errors within my terror
Are you scared of the 6-double-X-6?
Demonically elegant elements?
A manic, depressive aggressiveness, stress me, bitch
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kick
Trickory, 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 6, mane
'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
[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Who's that bustin' up in my door?
Was way too slow, I hit the floor
They shot up all my n***as in the kitchen flippin' dominoes
Blood all on my leg, I wipe that shit up to my fuckin' head
Caught them trizzicks slippin'
Buck them buster bitches dead
Peace out to my n***as Tim and Killa, they're my roadies
My momma said, it be days like this
But my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead, twistin' on my dreads
I'm scared, a n***a dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Thinkin' I would hesitate and wait to buck your bitch ass down
Read up all my ideas, nigg', 'cause I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clickin' with that quickness
Like the sickness from that triple 6
Drop you winnin' a splander cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmers bitch
Really, I could care less 'bout a n***a tryin' to flex against
The motherfuckin' Tech
You get some *gunshot* up in your neck
And when you see the Koopsta Knicca, it's a fuckin' redrum
Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb
[Interlude: Koopsta Knicca]
Yeah, it's Koopsta Knicca in this motherfucker
I'd like to send this one out to
The motherfuckin' n***as I kick it with over there in
North Memphis, South Memphis
To all my motherfuckin' n***as I kick it with at Northside
The real motherfuckers

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now-now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Triple Six, triple six, triple six, smoked out