So many my niggas
Keep reachin` the top of this mountain
So can what I do
K Roc ain`t go beg the believas
I`m from where the prophets
Niggas that a felt me
Make a little rich with a thug (??) click
K Roc ain`t got no more
I`m on top this shit though
Check this place
Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
Tired of the scam
Fucked up his chest
Heavens gonna give me some
Plus I`m on the dub
They might know we on edge
And why fuck the frown
Wonder where gooby at
Bitch if you suckin` that dick
Prophet Posse we made it bitch
K-Roc we rockin` wit empty (??)
May kick in this shit that you can`t understand
To bad that bitch is a want to be killa
We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame
I got six digits on my bank statement, rock
Ain`t if you be like at coon
The two behind the dot
So how they thinkin` they gon` stand up to the six
I spend a hundred g-b`s
To I terrarize this click
Can the cameras, bees in the trees
Of my domain
So I can feel safe when I`m goin` off that oozy man
Go low mass Suburban, uh
Go low mass and Impala, nuh
I can brag for days
But because you nosie hoes
I`m stoppin` uh
Bitch rest rest
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
Is it to them bitch
If finna get em`
Tricks with cataract
Head back to bisac
have they take him to woods
Them goose ate his body
The body`s no good
Now I would let them buck him
But the hoe just make me sick
Sick sick like a mad man
When the woofers start blastin`
Here yee, here yee don`t you see
I got that Three 6 Mafia here
Were deeper than your faculty
Chorus x4
Sport (??) in the cemetery
Were blowin` hard
Cuase they don`t know nothin`
But the money for (??)
I gotta get it
While the gettin` is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Out to set that chedder
Cause it`s better when you havin` shit
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fuckin` eyes
Gettin` you hypnotized
Lettin` you know that Prophet is on the rise
Why you fantasizin`
Visualize me as you mrs.
I`m somewhere on that mowett
And smokin` blunts
Is how I kick it
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas
So don`t you see
Comin` hard as thunder
Ready to rumble
What`s it gonna be
Come on a journey
On to the world
Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin`
This house of Scarecrow make headin` to make it back home in the 21st
century
We niggas keep letchin` the duration
The Three 6 (??) I punish
Your facin` the ready to place the grace behave
We leavin` no traces
Were paperchasin`
Don`t maybe get to rockin`
Whit this motherfuckin` stock and facin` to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
Know what they croppin`
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin` through Three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side
I got this plan
This plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin` cheese
Count them g`s
Then go overseas
to them colongus make them drop it off
Say nigga please
Back to the hood
With them good
From my niggas dope
Nothin` but the pure
And that chronic that`ll make you choke
I`m stugglin` in that paperchase
From day to day
All in the crime
For you niggas snitchin`
Proppin` dimes
I`m takin` care of mine
Chorus x4
