[Instrumental]
we go, we're three brave Amigos And we'll be Amigos forever We are the three Amigos We are the three Amigos We are the three Amigos And Amigos forever
Burning searing sun soft through the skin bring your grace down here tearing past the grey shadows of today stroke away the fear cold and steaming moon
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff) It's a Thursday morning, four a.m. and you wont let me go if tomorrow comes I guess I'll never know even in the
and time again Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend You do your ass in nigga Three 6 Mafia comin'
I swear that you don't have to go I thought we could wait for the fireworks I thought we could wait for the snow To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt
Once three friends Sweet in sadness Now part of their past In the end Full of gladness
There are no words for what I want to say. No description for what I feel. It's a non-emotion. It's something gray. Way down inside of me. YOu could
And we're the three best friends that anybody could have. We're the three best friends that anyone could have. We're the three best friends that anyone
I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim And started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three
a star Wherever we are, it's together Wherever I go, I know he goes Wherever I go, I know she goes No fits, no fights, no feuds and no egos Amigos, together
Hill God Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God With the crew from off the Hill We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates Under the seat
nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop city Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe Them niggaz my click, we three amigos
smoke Chokin' on a cigarette you don't even smoke Jumped in the train station put in a token Coulda been my partner, my amigo, my peer Just waitin' for them three