Lyrics:
3 in the morning we leaving the spot
Smoking on Gas and watching for cops
You wanna know how I got what I got
Blood sweat and tears it cost me
Three
This is not chronological
It's in order of release
We got Spider-Man, Scarlet Witch
Drax the Destroyer
If you haven't seen the films
A final warnin'
years
Best believe I didn't rock the fly gear
That in fact couldn't match impact from mom's teachings
Raised in the 9 at times your soul steered
So clear,
but she let me in
I can tell by how she ride she an equestrian
Imma hit and quit and she ain't questioning
Niggas round here act like they got estrogen
Bass in the car somethin stacks
I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs
Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks
So I got a little somethin in the glovebox
napoleon vs genghis on rap tracks
And in black slacks I stand before the world ready to die
My legacy will be continued by multiple twinkles in my eye
So who
Red like
The blood that's in your eyes
Too much white light
Will make the world go blind
But the blue sky
Reflects what's on its mind
And the three
heat
I slept 3 hours and 33 minutes now I feel like I'm a beast!
3 3 3, a different breed
Double it, woke up in hell
3 times 3, lives like a kitty
of the plan
Bottles and models wit sand
Hell cats and Bentleys the plan
Dapper like Dan
Rocking VLone fuck a friend
Cuz I do it all by my lonely
Hungry
on these lil bitty niggas
Of corse
No i don't stop at the light i just floor it
How many times i'ma rock the dior
Got too much designer i keep it in storage
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It
we can't. Look, he's in a pool of blood. He's gonna die, I know it.
Frankie: We've gotta leave him here, honey. We gotta. He won't talk, I promise you
When I go high
Can’t get low again
I Stay high
Let’s get hot
Don’t get low again
Just stay hot
Six o’clock in the morning
My blood still full
foot slips out from under him
Sending a cascade of rocks tumbling into the sea
And Xine is only hanging on by his left hand
And it's slowly giving way
the Henny at
Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin` three days in the Waker
Ahaha, yo fuck that calendar
I ain`t for that shit.....
Yo A-rock man,
(Moddy
pinson with a pool house
I aint trying to fit in with
These niggas hell naw i stood
I was fucked but im good now
Skimed swissher sweet
Now i put a 3.5 in
and programmed to be no one
[Blaze]
That's me - straight up out my tree and out my shit
In the alley, with a gat looking to bash your head wit it
Watch your blood
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
the day the cupboards all ran bare
When every man in this hell turned every man for his self
Every man for his shelves, every man for his shells
And I got
highly
When I knock her friends down, you know I do it by three
Line them up, knock them down like MJ
Knockin' shit out the park like Fenway
Carry
a story to tell
Young woman ballin by herself
Good girl but you be raising hell
Always winning never take no Ls
Walk in the club make quite a scene
Miss
The fabric be defying fate
The fabric be defying fate
How you grasp it is defined by grace
How you grasp it is defined by grace
He look like Credo in gucci
you is a joke
So step in the ride
They call me the Juice
And it's the truth
It's wit all the sports
So watch bitch
Chorus
Verse 3 Sean Paul
Yeah I'm
coincide freak wise
Time you recognize who run up in the nine
Rush like water raw cuts in your guts
Trails from Rozelle oh hell we rock bells
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