3x Krazy

3x Krazy - Thug Money songtekst

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(feat. Richie Rich)



[Ager Man & Bart]



Mobb life mutha fucka!

(It's Mobbin life)

Eh man is this that Blunt Funk?

(That One Step Beyond bombation shit)

Yeah.

(You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha fuckin' Krazy nigga!

Where the fuckin' money?!

Where the fuckin' money nigga?!

(Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm sayin' bitch?)



[Verse 1: Bart of 3X Krazy]



I hits the block walk wit a Tech

a zip in my pocket

350 rocket to get up out of the cases

move, get away cleanest if the po-po's try to beat us

for the funk won't leave you breathin'

I've been married since a fetus

3 Tia fo Lia! (3 Times for life)

The 100 blocks got it sewed

put your lips in my business and get them mutha fuckas mowed

my game is to be sold

no suckas when I roll

you comin' at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gum

givin' up lumps and bumps so I'm non-stop

when I dumpin' hot ones out the drop

pull around and get you mopped

put the Mobb against a series of haters

tied up in a knot wit instigators

start speakin' fo playas

I got my front porch sewed up

the feds chasin'

through the back roots, cuts an stretch

I got no time for no patience

Keek hittin' fences

A-G bailin' through the trees

I was keyed

so it's basic that you make it on your tee's nigga!

Uh.



[Chorus: 3X Krazy x4]



The Thug Money

the drug money

the mud money, bet yo blood, and it's stuff under the rug money.



[Verse 2: Ager Man of 3X Krazy]



Smokin' some of that green dope smashin' through the East

5-0 couldn't even catch where I was in the Chevy wit hella speed

hopped up out my vehic

seen cops hidin' in the trees

slapped my mutha fuckin' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed

in my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B.

watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me when they leave

cuz niggas ain't goin' down no mo'

for the 9-6 fuck the 4

fuck off fully both of they doe

wit nitro gas for the murda show

get to they shop, and hit the back door

some of you niggas don't really know

real killas don't need a, 4-4 to make that niggas, head blow

put bombs in his pick up

I bet ya'll niggas won't see him no mo'

cuz when that mutha fucka blow

no come back, everybody gonna go.



[Verse 3: Keek Tha Sneek of 3X Krazy]



For the Thug Money

they jack a nigga for nothin'

I be leavin' you dead in the alley

this kill a 5-0 Cali

for the 9-6

these woody-wood all in my mix

bust a nigga upside his head for arguin' wit a bitch

I think I'm tired of these woodies

so I gathered up a million niggas

and burned them Big Willies

Straps! I need to find some fullys

and a gang that is sure to clean your crowd

pistol let off repeated

immediatey

black and white drop ridin' through the spot

and tryin' to stop my flow, cash

so I gotta get that ass

they radioed a rigg up

so I'm on feet like ???

plus I'm a getaway

tell the crew, put my shit away

change my description

and fired up a C.F.A.

crooked cop came

I-LL-A

everythang went on thugs in the O-A fuckin' K

they, know the A

they ended D

the enemy

and these house niggas, and peckerwoods harrassin' me

so I'm harrassin' back

hot on the roof top wit my gat

Fuckin' blast it!

Splat!

Suspect he dressed in black

I

left 'em layin' flat

ghetto bird don't know where I'm at

tucked under 

and sneakin' on another fuckin' task money.



[Chorus x4]



[Verse 4: Richie Rich]



From the cradle to the gravin'

misbehavin'

like a fuckin' stowaway

trunk full of throw-aways

Glocks

Tech's

AP's

Mac's

fuck wit 'ol skool Richie Rich you get you ass taxed

nigga Hitler was a killer

Frank War was a mack

for all my years in the game I got so many gats

nigga 

it's for the race war

don't wanna face more

niggas than I can handle

blowin' 'em out like candles

have you ever seen a nigga work a thirty-eight

for the, drug money

to stuff under the rug money

Rich and 3 Times

niggas thought it wrong

it's Blunt Funk for the scratch

once again it's on

I hate to kill, but I will for the skrill

into my section, for the leathal injection

AK-47, hundred round gas-aholic

smokin' these clips and can't call it

Nigga!



[Chorus x4]



Nigga!
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