Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the
clay I say butter you say parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the
what they want), so you betta get yo mind right [chorus] Get yo mind right (8x) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2x) Get yo mind right (8
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself My skin is my sin, look at my complexion Section 8, erection great Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat plank Get
the stash and let the glock splash Sun dash down the fire escape past the weed gate The weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre' 8 Jakes givin
hot papes Live in the skyscrapes Go ta airline, buy flyin' states Where they can hibernate and operate Impregnate, so ??? Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8
Memphis [Chorus - 4X] [DJ Paul] yeah now they got me in this cell 'cause this crack man I sell In the haven boy this crack sell well I was in the zone 8
round my bed The shadow stops,points a Glock to my fuckin head I grab my pillow,crack the back window pull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gate
Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans (They bout it) They bout it, I mean they rowdy (They rowdy) In Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I mean they bout it My homie Tre-8
the cone Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas I threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie Seven-four-four-tre back to back I sent two fools back
of loose goons, Keep the muzzle on 'em We all 7-tre, who the fuck wan' what? (Iyye!) I numbs 'em like cocaine raw Starvin' like you part of the V-8 this
is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz Verse One: Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys It's 19-9-tre so let
game. A-plus: People applaude the famous Never lame. Just rhyming to your brain, buss. You're acting and that's a shame. 'cause I set examples say in 9-tre
the player hatin' bitches Yeah nigga, straight motherfuckin', G's in nine-tre My nigga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherfuckin' Extra Large 187 Fac, dumpin' motherfuckers in ditches in nine-tre
I'm sprung, how'd she get me got me doing things i'd never do, if you ain't been i'm telling you (you do, you do, you do, you do, you do)(do x8) It'
(feat. Tre+6) [Money Mark] Gotta, Uh, got feel that shit, Uh, you gotta feel that shit [Hook:] [Money Mark] Let me tell you what kinda hoes I like [
Living in the streets back in the tre 5-7 It's a question of life for mie got a nigga stressing [Chorus] You got to let go sometimes - 8x [Lil' Keke