Three 6 Mafia LYRICS

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Three 6 Mafia - 2-way Freak - lyrics

(feat. la chat)
[(hook) - dj paul]
Shes a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
Shes a two way *****, a two way *****
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
Shes a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
Shes a two way *****, a two way shit
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
[dj paul]
Now dont you really hate
When somebody be two wayin you
And plus you knowin for a fact
That you aint given them the number two
She just a groupie ass
Thats all up on your grind
Bustin characters
Puttin shit like you was on my mind
Im hitten back, back
Look here lil momma
You wasten yo time
And plus the scats out to *****in
House of dont be wasten mine
And especially ones
With the pages that be unlimited
Dat do you wrong
Cause they deal
Gon stay to say you did
They some two way freaks
And they out the were
Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin
You be like God damett were you ridin
Down the street side to side
Cause this nigga bout to wreck
Im bout to throw this motorola out the window
Im gettin tired of this *****
What you want from me
Gave you to my dog
But you still keep beepin shit outta me
All in front of yo man
Claimin you talkin to yo girl
He dont know
Plus you specialize in this
Yous a two way hoe fo sho
[(hook) - dj paul]
Shes a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
Shes a two way *****, a two way *****
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
Shes a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
Shes a two way *****, a two way *****
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
[juicy j]
They call me the juice
The no chicken lover
A gigglo at night
Dats always in trouble
I cruise around the city
Im rollin up the sticky
Im ridin 22s
And I love big titties
Gel and weave
Gel and weave
If she from the hood
Then she down wit me
She got gel and weave
Gel and weave
Wit a big round ass
Im yo man to be
As Im rollin down the block
A player gotta beep
That said I wanna *****
A two way freak
Her name is rhonda peary
Who works at the dairy
Her chewin is da bomb
But her face looks scary
Im pushin down the street
Tryin to make it to her house
And then I gotta beep from my freak
Named minnie mouse
They call her minnie mouse
She live a couple trees
She eat a lot of cheese
If you hit shell squeak
[(hook) - dj paul]
Shes a two way freak, a two way freak
She goin threw your people when she know you asleep
Shes a two way *****, a two way *****
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
Shes a two way freak, a two way freak
She beamin up your boys for her own private creep
Shes a two way *****, a two way *****
She wastin up your characters and aint talk about shit
[la chat]
Early in the mornin
My two way is jumpin
Wit da petty want some boys
Daddy want nothin
Wastin up my characters
You dont have to pay thus
I aint got no time for no
Watchu doin unless its just
Goin to the bathroom
Two way on the tv
Come back
Its my baby daddy
Tryin to see whos beepin me
Dog thats a no, no
Get yo stuff you gotta go
Scrollin threw my two way
Its like scrollin threw my cash flow
Look jack
In the club
Boys they be tryin to holla
Dont know how to act
Gotta two way on yo colar
Askin can you get a beep
Hell na not at all
Youll be dat dude
Datll make me
Throw my junk into the wall
How you get yo business
Some times its for playas yo
I can make exceptions
When you want to
Spend dat chedda
If you want to hit me up
Make sure daddies worth a hit
Or you when like you responded
I dont mess with two-way tricks
[(hook) 1x music fades]

Three 6 Mafia - 44 Killerz - lyrics

[dj paul and juicy j]
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha niggas wanna do? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(talkin all that *****in shit)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(coward ass *****es)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha niggas wanna do? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(talkin all that *****ing shit)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(fighting niggas over a *****)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(***** you mother*****in hoes)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
[juicy j]
To you haters Im the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When Im in the hood, Im like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin dontcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, ***** we the murderers
[crunchy black]
Triple six is the clique, why yall niggas keep hatin me
Yall gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha *****
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I aint gon let that nigga go, ima hit it at em wit da fourty-four
[lord infamous]
Ima sic em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
***** ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, two-l o y d, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship satan, ima send yo ass ta see em
[dj paul]
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha mid-south?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
And watched you die all on your own and feel for ya
[dj paul and juicy j]
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha *****es wanna do? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(cuz nigga we aint playin wit ya)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha hoes wanna do? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(we got them tones ready ta blast)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whats up nigga? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(scared ass cowards)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(aint no cowards in this mother*****er)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(aint no cowards)

Three 6 Mafia - A B**ch Can Be A Nigga Worst Downfall - lyrics

A b**ch can be a nigga worst downfall
A a b**ch can be a nigga worst downfall
(dj paul)
Man, ill shoot a b**th in the face if she try to f**k wit me,
Or try to tell lies an s**t and turn me against my f**kin peeps.
A hoe will tell a nigga this, a hoe will tell a nigga that
A hoe will tell a nigga any thing to try to get him back
Know another nigga who she holllin that he down wit

Three 6 Mafia - Azz Tittiez - lyrics

Say ahh, not a thermometer, *****,
Its the nine inches --> kingpin skinny pimp
Chorus: repeat 4x
Ass and titties, ass and titties
Ass and titties, and big booty *****es
(dj paul)
You dealing with a thug thats quick to kick the diamond roly(rolex)
Dont pay attention to these boyfriends cause I leave em holy
Them boys fake maggets I done put they girl up in my rover
Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to cardova
Jacuzzi bubbily drinking bubbily hoes they cant believe
My tv built up in the wall like they dont want to leave
There doing there best tryng to impress they sticking out there chest
Paul go some booty ? ? ? and nothing less
(juicy j)
A nigga got to get his dick sucked got to get his dick sucked
Riding down the strip in the lexus truck poppin hush
Pearly rolex on my wrist haters bout to have a fit
Dip frpm the curb I hit a case of mo Im bout to sip
Lit to the hydo green blinging on them twenty thangs
Heavy niggaz dropping weight while juicy j be running trains
Whats the business strictly pimping all them freaks I know they miss me
When they throw a players ball tell em that your boy gon win it
Chorus 4x
(la chat)
Im in the club Im looking around I see you checkin me out
Im on that gin looking for a friend to put my ass in his mouth
Aint no doubt la chat got plenty yeah I know that you scoping
Got to be a baller or shot caller or Im taking shaking and jumping
Dont touch me trick you cant afford to put your hands on my ass
Im too damn sexy keep thses niggaz begging droping off game
You in my ear you talking tough now can you handle me really
I got the scoop on what you doing with them asses and titties
Now nigga yeah Im with it boo corress and holding me tight
Uh uh uh uh you cant forget to fo your job late at night
That cheese and chedar make it better no this ***** is not home
No conversation without that drink and dank and plenty to smoke
La chat the mack aint got no problems shit I love win you spending
The number rule is break these rules I teach a lot about pimping
So get it straight I aint to have you Im pretty yo ditty
I be the ***** that make you niggaz hate these ass and titties
Chorus 4x
Lil momma got big tatta up in the club
She been shaking and shaking it up she showed me love
Big butt ? sock it baby
Wanna be my lady girl please you must be crazy
This aint the eightys Im a sucka for your black fit
Split skirt holla holla for that dolla dolla
For what its worth Im a step to this fine *****er
I think I love her Im a touch her with that ratitatat mother*****er
Hug in public know you love it got me coming when you rub it
Damn my stomach I can feel it going duh duh duh
Look here honey I cant play no games lights go down when a freak ashamed
Hit me up star 69 and then maybe will have sexual ways
But I pray that this night of lust wont lead to a girl that I cant trust
Shit young nigga post up in the club want to go strut your funky stuff
But I do love the ladys cause they stay looking pretty
While they shaking breaking it and taking it
Baby baby shake your ass and titties
Chorus 4x

Three 6 Mafia - Azz & Tittiez - lyrics

"say ahh, not a thermometer, *****,
It's the nine inches" --> kingpin skinny pimp
Chorus: repeat 4x
Ass and titties, ass and titties
Ass and titties, and big booty *****es
(dj paul)
You dealing with a thug thats quick to kick the diamond roly(rolex)
Don't pay attention to these boyfriends cause i leave em holy
Them boys fake maggets i done put they girl up in my rover
Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to cardova
Jacuzzi bubbily drinking bubbily hoes they can't believe
My tv built up in the wall like they don't want to leave
There doing there best tryng to impress they sticking out there chest
Paul go some booty ??? and nothing less
(juicy j)
A nigga got to get his dick sucked got to get his dick sucked
Riding down the strip in the lexus truck poppin hush
Pearly rolex on my wrist haters bout to have a fit
Dip frpm the curb i hit a case of mo i'm bout to sip
Lit to the hydo green blinging on them twenty thangs
Heavy niggaz dropping weight while juicy j be running trains
Whats the business strictly pimping all them freaks i know they miss me
When they throw a players ball tell em that your boy gon win it
Chorus 4x
(la chat)
I'm in the club i'm looking around i see you checkin me out
I'm on that gin looking for a friend to put my ass in his mouth
Ain't no doubt la chat got plenty yeah i know that you scoping
Got to be a baller or shot caller or i'm taking shaking and jumping
Don't touch me trick you can't afford to put your hands on my ass
I'm too damn sexy keep thses niggaz begging droping off game
You in my ear you talking tough now can you handle me really
I got the scoop on what you doing with them asses and titties
Now nigga yeah i'm with it boo corress and holding me tight
Uh uh uh uh you can't forget to fo your job late at night
That cheese and chedar make it better no this ***** is not home
No conversation without that drink and dank and plenty to smoke
La chat the mack ain't got no problems shit i love win you spending
The number rule is break these rules i teach a lot about pimping
So get it straight i ain't to have you i'm pretty yo ditty
I be the ***** that make you niggaz hate these ass and titties
Chorus 4x
Lil momma got big tatta up in the club
She been shaking and shaking it up she showed me love
Big butt ? sock it baby
Wanna be my lady girl please you must be crazy
This ain't the eightys i'm a sucka for your black fit
Split skirt holla holla for that dolla dolla
For what it's worth i'm a step to this fine *****er
I think i love her i'm a touch her with that ratitatat mother*****er
Hug in public know you love it got me coming when you rub it
Damn my stomach i can feel it going duh duh duh
Look here honey i can't play no games lights go down when a freak ashamed
Hit me up star 69 and then maybe will have sexual ways
But i pray that this night of lust won't lead to a girl that i can't trust
Shit young nigga post up in the club want to go strut your funky stuff
But i do love the ladys cause they stay looking pretty
While they shaking breaking it and taking it
Baby baby shake your ass and titties
Chorus 4x

Three 6 Mafia - 44 Killers - lyrics

[dj paul and juicy j]
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha niggas wanna do? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(talkin all that *****in shit)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(coward ass *****es)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha niggas wanna do? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(talkin all that *****ing shit)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(fighting niggas over a *****)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(***** you mother*****in hoes)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
[juicy j]
To you haters Im the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When Im in the hood, Im like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin dontcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, ***** we the murderers
[crunchy black]
Triple six is the clique, why yall niggas keep hatin me
Yall gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha *****
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I aint gon let that nigga go, ima hit it at em wit da fourty-four
[lord infamous]
Ima sic em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
***** ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, two-l o y d, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship satan, ima send yo ass ta see em
[dj paul]
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha mid-south?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
And watched you die all on your own and feel for ya
[dj paul and juicy j]
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha *****es wanna do? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(cuz nigga we aint playin wit ya)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whatcha hoes wanna do? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(we got them tones ready ta blast)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(whats up nigga? )
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(scared ass cowards)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(aint no cowards in this mother*****er)
Im bout to blow them boys ass off
(aint no cowards)

Three 6 Mafia - 44 Killers (Interlude) - lyrics

DJ Paul and Juicy J-
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that *****in shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Coward ass *****es)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that *****ing shit)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Fighting niggas over a *****)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(***** you mother*****in hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off

Juicy J-
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, ***** we the murderers

Crunchy Black-
Triple six is the clique, why y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha *****
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon' let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four

Lord Infamous-
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
***** ass nigga, torture treat em, creature feature, coke and weed
Soze, Two-L O Y D, sippin ounces of that liter
Ask me if I worship Satan, I'ma send yo ass ta see em

DJ Paul-
Now tell me how you boys talk wit all that shit in yo mouth
And how the hell you down ta key that open doors for tha Mid-South?
I put half of you haters on, make half of you haters groan
Left half of you haters alone
and watched you die all on your own and feel for ya

DJ Paul and Juicy J-
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha *****es wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Cuz nigga we ain't playin wit ya)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha hoes wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(We got them tones ready ta blast)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(What's up nigga?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Scared ass cowards)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards in this mother*****er)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Ain't no cowards

Three 6 Mafia - Anyone Out There - lyrics

(juicy j)
One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against God and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum
So furious of past, Im an adult I feel better now
But no matter, I tell them that I know theyll never let me out
I rot in this dread, my only worlds the one in my head
I hate psycho-therapists, I walk amongst walking dead
Everday, yes every-single day, peepin ways to escape
I got to find a way out this place, its a must, got to find a way
Im pullin hair up out my freakin head yo
They trippin cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold
I wanna go psycho and kick this mutha *****in force boi
In a padded room I know Ill never get up out this hole
Im pacin back and forth across this room
I gotta think of somethin, man I got to make a move
The day I killed my *****in family in a week or two
I got to get up back out there I wanna do it again fool
Gettin cool with the old ass maintence man
I told him if you help me out Id put a lotta papes in your hand
I stashed a lotta dough in dirt before a nigga left it
If you help me out when I get out Ill give you half on that deal
The old man ready, he grinnin, that stray
Look here gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round bout 8
Check it pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops
Im gonna need a slight overdose of some mother *****in sleepin pills
So while Im waitin in the dirt I wont breathe up the air in here
Sneak in the office get the keys off of dr. malique
And while you doin that Ill take the pills so I fall asleep
I started feelin my awareness fadin away
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin tossed on to the pine crate
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed
But from the light I seen someone killed the maintence man that dormant
With me
Im scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, Im scared is anyone out there?
Im scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, Im scared is anyone out there?

Three 6 Mafia - Are U Ready 4 Us - lyrics

Hahaha
1998
Three 6 mafia
Hooked up with the mother*****in dayton family
Are yall ready for us
Bring the pain
***** yall aint ready for us
Miphia style
Flip time
98
Rollin like dees
Smoke the trees *****
Chorus x2
We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)
Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)
Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000
(scarecrow)
Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel
On both sides
Im suin
Huntin
All them suckas
State your last name first
Meyers, michael
Lord is killin
Three 6 killin
What else will I say
Even children
Probably dont give a ***** if you are naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out
(juicy j)
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot of fools done *****ed around town
Showed up in your dreams
Standin in a hideaway
Inferred, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin
Gotcha nervous
Knowin not how to get away
Lookin out the window pane
Cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard I see a tree
I also see your body hang
See the phone
Pick it up
The wire that is only cut
I meant to pray
Your still gonna die
Too late *****
Your time is up
Chorus x4
(dayton family)
What the ***** you wanna do
Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack
Ill leave you dead head in the g ride
And creep up out my vehicle
And continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt
Now put it up in your hand
Now aint that smooth
Mother*****er
Snooze mother*****er
Move mother*****er
Loose mother*****er
Put your face down to the floor
And dont you take a look up
I heard about what you cook up
See ***** this is a stick up
Im takin you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese
And ***** your hoes
Givin you crack sacks, macks back in your cadillacs
Drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls
My dicks like a 44
*****in up your ***** wall
You ran your lip about your grip
And Im takin in on the stash box
Your pockets are swoll hoe
And Im lookin for a jackpot
I wear a mask on my face
So I wont catch a case
Keepin it low key
Dont nobody know me
Im just like a snake
When I creep through your window
So mother***** the cops
Cold hard on me kin though
So mother***** the 5-0
Its all about survival
I leave them like d-o-a
***** thats dead on arrival
Chorus x4
Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000
(dj paul)
Giveem two
To the head
Three to the neck
And the other *****in tip
Too his mother*****in chest
Gotta buck him down
Gotta buck him down town
Talkin bout these clowns
Talkin shit up in my *****in town
Since he aint dead yet
Check his head
Check his chest
Playa should have guessed
He was strapped with a *****in vest
Hoe you should have known
You was *****in with the triple 6
We bust
I knew you wasnt ready for us
(gangsta boo)
Am I too much
To avoid, cant you ***** with us
In the lexus truck with juicy j
Getting *****ed up
Tearin the club up
What be bumpin on the radio
Mafia is what Im screamin
Till the day I die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them *****es man
Stay in focus
Hocus pocus
Tryin my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why its my business *****
Open up your own *****in account
And get up out my shit
Chorus x4
Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000
(crunchy blac)
6 *****
So dont you ***** with this click
Cause if you ***** with this click
Youll get a little of this (gun shots)
You must dont know who you *****in with *****
Cause we leavin bodies in body bags
Drop em off in a ditch
Know I mean kid
Know I mean kid, huh
See we come from
A natural bomb
A natural gun
A natural gimme some
Dont make me make your body numb trick
And have you hollerin out mafia mafia mafia mafia
(koopsta knicca)
Stick em dead
Kill em dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo
With north memphis convicts
Bithces call me koopsta hoe
***** me once never twice
Wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie
When at nine hundred times
You said you was a man of the house
I dont really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man
Try so hard to be a soldier *****
But come out to be dealt with trick
Im sick in the head
Better call fred
Dirty red
Yeah, yeah you gon look
Too late *****in fool
Cause you drownin in your poo poo

Three 6 Mafia - All Or Nothin' - lyrics

(lord infamous)
Gotta have a big back
Bank account not pitty amounts
Bud by the pound
Smoke a motha*****in ounce
A mean ass crib
All digital studio
And some down ass hoes for the road
I want it all or nothin
I want it all or nothin
They *****es with a punch bowl of weed
I call it bud in bed
On the spread
Plenty cash
Dumpin blunt ashes on they ass
A bed with hydrolix
Liqour cause Im alcoholic
No college for my knowlege
Cause I knew how to make profits
Dont like expensive clothes
Just the gangsta aparrel
Grab my route foul
As I walk down the threshold
Black as a shadow
Smoke loc vehicle
Hit triple 6 up on my motorola portable
Keepin it key low pro flow
In the studio
Part time jiggalo
Rock a show to make some dough
Lord infamous
Mafios a gangsta pimp playa
Got on my brand new scarecrow underwear
600 acre marajuana field in my backyard
Smokin banana leaves on my lawn chair
Playa cause a room
Full of motha*****in bombs and artillery
All *****in century I need
Chorus
Plenty money and dope
Alot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
Thats how I like to live
I want it all or nothin
(juicy j)
Back in the days I was broke
No joke
*****ed up in town
No gs no hope
A nigga used to hike home from school
On the bike trail
Wishin one day this rap shitll probably make me bail
Lil ? ? ? was the niggas I used to hang with
Andre and big trese
North memphis bound *****
Hangin on evergreen corners
Holdin my *****in nuts
Watchin freaks walk by
Sayin dirty ***** wassup
But they wasnt goin
Cause they want a nigga sellin yam
A mean four way
With the grain wood his ass in
95.0 chevy thang with the vogues
But I used to catch the bus
And lounge and the china store
I just couldnt wait
Tryin to rap to get my final break
Juicy j aka the juice I want it on my tape
Sell and make money
So the niggas in my hoodll know
Any one wanna ride Ill be singin this chorus
Chorus
(dj paul)
In the 9-5
I decided ***** this underground tape shit
Stack some cheese
So quit puts on my disses
Tryin to break *****
Kinda quick kinda fast
To a bigger studio
Bullshit producers tryin to ***** me up my *****
Tradin ass niggas sayin they do
Just enough for me
If you aint for real
Then keep it to yourself
Cause see I aint got time
Plus aint in a mood for playin no *****in games
You cross me somethin and I dont get it
I gotta lay it down
But I aint and Im not nigga
I gotta make more than I did in the 9
For whatever it takes it wont be easy
Cause in they never why
In dough it better stay like this
Or get greater
Cause if a nigga ***** me now
I promise he pay for it later
Thats why I beat you to my game
And I learned the business
Cause you will straight be missin
Without a witness
I want a pound of weed
And a candy face in the den
A bank account readin a mill
And a 95 benz
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