Long Nite - Three 6 Mafia

I got a plan in command on your ass, bitch

This little short young niggas in them caskets

You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass, ho

Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow

Oh there’s a whole lotta demons in my world today

Which means you run into a nigga like Koop, a nutcase

Here I can tell by tha day it’s gonna be a long night

When I take a swipe for yo life, my big black butcher knife

Now while I’m kickin' niggas fiendin' just to kill 'em, though

Before I go and chief them Swishaz with them Navajos

Upon tha mighty Mississippi, bow can I fuckin' kick it?

You better answer quick before I hit you for them riches

Punk ass niggas wanna really try to jump up but they know they gonna catch a

couple of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws

I kick shit flyin' through tha air, you wanna dare to test me, I am the

Infamous nightmare, I wanna break some laws

I practice secret forms of voodoo culture

Dead flesh sculpture for my pet vultures

Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements

Into my private temple in tha middle of Mount Everest

Smokin' pine as I sky dive off of mountains

In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains

Countin' corpses in my black fortress

In tha hallway painting satanic portraits

See it was me, Lil' Buck, and my nigga Lil' Knife

And some thug ass fool I never seen in my life

We roll in Bobby’s 'Lac with tha gold bones and vogues

Full grain, cloth top, sturdy pullin' them hoes

The nigga that I didn’t know said he had some on a weed

And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese

I’ve smelled shit in the game as soon as he opened his mouth

We dropped him off, da fool went behind tha fuckin' house

I didn’t think shit about it but some minutes had to pass

Made me really not trust his busta ass

I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch

Twenty mo niggas dressed just like a bitch

Not takin' no chances I’m knowin' it’s a stick up

But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup

Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin' to see what I’m all about

But speakin' too soon, I got blasted when I stepped up out da Cadillac

Vision blur I’m seein' 9−9

I was up on my back seein' a 6−6 up on a street sign

Lil' Buck slammed right into them durves

Made a U and scooped me as I cross straight to tha curb

My nigga Lil' Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me

From tha last hoes who still stood on they feet

Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood

That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right

It was a long night

It was a long night when I was locked down in 201

Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it ain’t no fun

Watchin' niggas fight over phone calls, gettin' buck

Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck

Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords

Pullin' tha real killaz, GD’s, Crips and Vice Lords

Lower level ain’t a joke, a nigga got his neck broke

Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap

But I wasn’t goin' cause a nigga like me kept a shank

If a fool stepped to me his face’ll be in tha paint

Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart, it’ll be a fight

In 201 locked down it was a long ass night

We call up the Devil’s nights

I walked down tha hallway where tha walls are lined with candle lights

Sacrificin' doom when you enter tha Triple 6 gun room

Soon I will choose tha weapon I find most appropriate

For reasons I take tha Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10

Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper, Grim Reaper and a Glock 19

Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16

Buck called up Koopsta, told him to get tha shovel ready for burial of the

bodies

Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries

Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope

Inhaling on a blunt of Cambodian red dope

Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in

Motha fuckin' Triple 6 assassins