Lyrics:
you love me if I was down cause
I remember it was 3 AM
Didn't have no damn sense of where I was
Didn't have no damn cents couldn't take the bus home
I
To begging you to stay with me
You give me my songs just at that
Special mood ooh tender loving soul food
Ya gotta know by now yes you are 灵感 my star
I need
Roaming through backyard alleys dripping in sweat
The forensic detectives got snapshots of bodies I choked up
In the upstairs bedroom three teens one roped
a clip
How many hollows
Do you wish
1,2,3,4
I bet I shoot this shit
Don't miss
Don't need a gang
Bitch I'm good by myself
If you catch me slipping
Won't
the door
Wish on 3 hail Mary's
I'm coming for your soul
Fuck the fame fuck the money
I need another body
This one too weak for my plan
It's dying on me
Like
And the only way to fix it is to give me some ass
I got a three piece suit on sitting at my desk
I kinda need a shave but my body smell fresh
You're wearing
of shooters on the pay roll
Hold up Scooter
I got shooters
You got a shooters?
Aye man what?
Get it down by that fresh man, you're sitting by
responsibility' So when you got
A white lady in a
Courtroom, who don't know you from
A can of paint
Saying I'm not shit and I need to
Be put in jail? That's
ain't your face
I need a tip drill, I need a tip drill
Said, if you see a tip drill point her out for me (where she at?)
Point her out for me (where
my niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor show me the door
My niggas kicking em down
Flicky in the whip they wish I would slip
Put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and
That's not a whole round
Way I leave
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
better move
At your front door got word you got work
3.5 for the key of the purp
Now six figures for the set niggas verse
All eyes on me as I'm walking
and the rappers poor
Girl I love you, why do you wanna leave me for
She use to pack and wait by the door
I put a nigga in the trap like saw
Now my diamonds clear,
Suddenly through the door was three men in suits
They said hey sweet mama who are you
I said im ice cream tee and who may you be
I'm brother charles brother
you go?
(Verse 1)
(Lyte) I keep 'em on lock down, but I gets around
He can tie me up I be damned to let him tie me down
Doin' what I like, when I
home and get shot
Then I said baby it wasnt my fault this man had a gun on me
Besides how was I to know that you was gettin down with this crooked ass
stew peas's, you groupies
Need to show I.D. before the bust down
Touched down the God put seven to your Zippo
And drop it on you heavy like a hippo
Three 6 Mafia, You Scared 2000-and-Three-6
It's goin' down
You scared, ho (what, what, what), you scared, ho (what, what, what)
You scared, ho
Three 6 Mafia, You Scared 2000-and-Three-6
It's goin' down
You scared, ho (what, what, what), you scared, ho (what, what, what)
You scared, ho
(Woop woop)
It’s the police, freeze
Please get down your knees
Nigga
All that I see on the screen
Violence and brutality
It’s world war 3 in these
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
Yes, I'm protected by the neighborhood, I nnever need a vest
I know dem hatas talkin, but they ain't sayin nothin
I hope they stay inside they place ima
Yes, I'm protected by the neighborhood, I nnever need a vest
I know dem hatas talkin, but they ain't sayin nothin
I hope they stay inside they place ima
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