Lyrics:
From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of months
Big business and big dollars is all that I want
I
on in Cinite (Cinite)
3 to the dome at the stop sign (stop-sign)
A week ago at midnight, rewind (rewind)
Momma on the street fallin' out (out)
Beating
Im a stylelist of a star cause I style myself
And im dancin with the stars,dancin by myself
I was lost so I had to go an find myself
You can take
And a partridge in a pear tree
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you just witnessed theft
The new Three 6 Mafia, Most Known Unknowns
Please don't fuck this album
You know we da bomb
So Tom had to deploy us
We been coming out to play
Cause we some warriors
Mentality inspired by tech
Bullets flying in 3D
Time
When I was walking down the street, a billboard caught my eye.
The advertisement written there would make you laugh and cry.
The sign was torn
And I'm homeless on the street
And I'm sleeping in Grand Central Station
It's okay if you're sleeping with me
As the years they pass us by
We stay
we all
Just headed for doom?
Still consumed by the beast?
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol
When I walk the streets
‘Cause
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
and you will see
Someone will have it before you can count
One, two, three, yes, they will, yes
They will
Listen fellas, you know
It's not all the time
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
to school again
You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three
I'm gonna be there 'til then
I gotta go back, back, back to school again
Whoa, whoa, I gotta
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin', niggas look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Checkin' out every block
mouth"
Chiggie check microphone, check one
(Chiggie check) microphone, check two
(Chiggie check) microphone, check three
Check game from the notorious
My life, my life, this is my life
Uh-oh
What you know 'bout the grind in the streets?
He move and work out of town every week
I know about it
just run these streets
You and your jewels are like a menu
And trust me nigga we intend to eat
Fuck around and cross that I-Three Ninety Five
just run these streets
You and your jewels are like a menu
And trust me nigga we intend to eat
Fuck around and cross that I-Three Ninety Five
a gram on the street, 50G
The part of Mr. Ropo was played by Mr T
you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up, by drinkin' at the communion
Spillin' free wine, now my
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it's on G
We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend
when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right
Payday Friday and the weekend's here
I've been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
Gonna raise hell on Union Street
Thirteen guys
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