I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em, I showed 'em I hate to be fussy,
I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be FUSSY, I said I hate
2] I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I hate to be FUSSY, I said
something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke A nigga gotta try something (I'm a rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope A nigga gotta try
I know ya mad, I-I-I know ya mad I-I-I know ya mad, I know ya mad I know ya mad, I know ya mad I know ya mad, I know ya mad I know ya mad 'cause you hate
you from I'm from that Statin Island Hoe Who gives a fuck where you from Raise Your Thugs Up [Juicy J] North North Three 6 Mafia Three 6 Mafia Runnin
city Now if I told ya what gang it was Then you I will seem more down But if I told ya what gang I'm in I can only do a show off in my own town But it
, a nigga gotta try somethin' (I'ma rob me some niggaz) Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin' (I'ma rob me some niggaz) Plus I'm out of dope
solve'em I heard you niggas they out to rob man I can't let'em get me bro I can't let'em get me No I gotta stand ten toes I gotta keep a strap on me I
check to take a look and then fired back I realized I was out numbered in a deadly trap Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa Kaze With the shotties Leave
I got blasted When I stepped up out tha Cadillac Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9 I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign Lil Buck slamed right
em fuck em feed em bullets let the ball bat carry em Till their fuckin fuckin family Then i'm gonna bury them I told them i was the king but they didn
you get I'm a rock and roll I'm a lock and unload I'm a lay your weak ass down on the floor In this gotdamn club Cause i told you bro Don't stand so
I'll put him in a bag A body fuckin' bag man I shoulda wore a mask I stickin' stickin' move a body body bruise I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin
up and treat 'em like a hoe Beat 'em long, make 'em go upside ya head wit an elbow Try to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no [Lil' Wyte] I know by
I'm sick and tried of coward bitches taking advantage of me I told these hoes that I can't go I grip my crown three-eighty I keep my distance from these
Three 6 Mafia, Three 6 Mafia Three 6 Mafia, Three 6 Mafia Three 6 Mafia, Three 6 Mafia Three 6 Mafia, Three 6 Mafia Tear da club up This for all you
