Lyrics:
Can't judge a book just by the cover, I be readin' people
I'm not the type to clear up rumors, just believe them people
And my existence killin'
Wonder how you're feeling when you're looking us down
Wonder how you perceive this family now
I really need a chance to grow on my own
But I'm too young
his body cold
Play with the bros and thats on me that im gon' end yo road
No killing beef you done fucked up now im back in that mode
Hit your block 3
on the track
If I felt I could end dis shit
Yea I'm in this bitch ain't gotta kick down the door now
Had a lil success I want more now
Past couple years I spent
Prada, count up nigga
1,2,3,4,5
All my bloods, they survive
And I'm a Samurai for the calls
I might be bad like a boss
I might end up down with my click
Feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
2 40s give a sucka 80 like Shockey
Pull up in the hood 4 door Mazeradi
Jewels on flashy like
anything up as
Low as Nicole Arbour
Not even me when I'm dissing my own father
Or asking, "Where's your certificate
Obama?" oh, MC Lars
Your tracks are like
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
the mound and they're bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we invincible
You saying I'm over, you never
on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time
Once upon a time not long ago
Three amigos by the name
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
Not many options for a homie
To get out the sinkhole ooh ooh
Know they been watching got em
Shivering cuz I been cold ooh ooh
At the door knocking by
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road
ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaine
Ain't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
Of the track, muthafucka, that's E3, my love for
fuck with me
Put it on the 3 Bandz the only one can fuck with me
I gotta put my brothers on the map bitch we gotta eat
On the road sight seeing got my
Yo, why can't I ignore The things I've never seen but known as happened before
My mind's trapped in a lore but I'm always asking for more
Three
and walk right out the door
Ask God for forgiveness for them times before
And now I'm rocking Christian I'm talking Dior
Don't want no hellcat I want me
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us
Well I'm in the Yellow Light District and now I've passed it
They saw the lights and slowed down but I said fuck it and gassed it
Went through in
flare
I'm the best I know its unfair
At your door and your bitch coming
It's her and I and we ain't smashing pumpkins
I pull hoes and only pushing buttons
flare
I'm the best I know its unfair
At your door and your bitch coming
It's her and I and we ain't smashing pumpkins
I pull hoes and only pushing buttons
the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed
Upside-down the engine turned, poor Georgie's breast it smashed
His head was against the firebox door
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