3-Some (feat. Mr. 3-2, A-2 & Top Dollar)

歌詞

(*talking*) (come on) we on top nigga, it's the Take Over nigga Lil' O said that nigga, dubs up (Hook - 2x) Hate it or love it, the S.U.C's on top And we gon shine, whether you like it or not (go 'head, and envy me, I'm rap's MVP And we repping for the 7-1-3) (Mike D) Now it's about time, to square it all off Treat you like a bone, when I tear the meat off You ain't doing shit to me, I'm co-signed by H.A.W.K. In every hood nigga, from the Tre to South Park You niggaz ain't hot, you repping my time wrong It ain't your fault, blame it I been gone You ain't know bout me, just heard of Corleone Better ask Raw G, I ain't saying with it all So we could let the K bang, I don't bar a damn thang Fuck you and your mama nigga, that's on ery'thang Call it how u walk it, bring it how you sing it But I'ma let the glock loose, with no aiming A bad boy dame, and you testing a Don Juan I'm backed in my Lexus cars, and plenty guns Plenty of work, and plenty of funds Kidnap your son, nigga just for fun I swear they fucked up, I'm back on my notion Nigga trust me, when I tell ya the game over I guess you won't believe it, till I pull up Range Rover And I don't need to floss, H.A.W.K. fuck the floss I'm trying to get my mail, so the click could floss And show these mo'fuckers, who really run the South Huh know I'm tal'n bout, come on (Hook - 2x) (Grace) You can hate me all you want, but still a G on top Got in my mind I know it's time, that the click don't stop I been hated and underrated, overlooked but never faded Bitch niggaz and messy hoes, got G-R motivated Keep hating and talking down, be the fuel of my fire My reason to keep going, while I'm when I retire I'm blessed and gon show it, they jealous and they know it Like dro they gon blow it, on the mash and gon flo' it In the mirror vision clearer, separate from the fake Inspired to get it baby, and I'm keeping the faith Game tight future brighter, nothing buying you hoes Making moves to measure up, maintain to resco' Won't stop can't quit, blood sweat and tears I done lost too many pears, sure of too many years Too boys I love to death, and they my reason for rhyme I swear to God that he down, and we all gon shine (Hook - 2x) (H.A.W.K.) Hate it or love, buy it or dub it I'ma still stand out, in the eye of the public And to the republic, for which it stands The click finally got a masterplan, know I'm saying I'ma twerk it and work it, on the mixtape circuit It's gon be worth it, cause it's gon serve my purpose To create a buzz, I'm telling ya cuz I'm bout to show you, what the click made of cause Of Screw we repping, quiet as kept and Big H.A.W.K. is the secret weapon, they scared to death and What ya gon do man, I'm H-Town's speaker new man And I'll run, through your crew man Mike D, will too man We got dreams to pursue man, for Fat Pat and Screw man Hell naw, it ain't through man And all you other motherfuckers, gonna sink like quicksand (Hook - 2x) (*talking*) We repping, for the H mayn Hustle City, Texas