(feat. K-Rock, Killa Klan Kaze)



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 Third World 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

Alcatraz gimisum

Plus I'm on the dub

They might know we on edge

And why fuck the frown

While these groupie ass bitches be suckin' our 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

Eight if you be includin' the two behind the dot

So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six

I spend a hundred g-b's

To artillerize this click

Candid cameras be in the trees

Of my domain

So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that uzi manne

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

I would let that boy go

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]

Sportin jewelry and the syndicate

We rollin' hard

Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp



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 damn Columbians 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]