Lyrics:
therapeutic
Got no time to think about it yo just go and do it
Matter fact just keep it booming
Run it back they goin stupid
Gimme dat no autotuning
Hit them up
demons in tha mirror
Wicked as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa
Witness I'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
Yeah 3-3-300 spartans, leading and marching
Swimming in women, I'm
Sleeping with dolphins, nah
Pay me no
the first fo fall
I've been lovin' Iceman, ever since I seen George Gervin ball
You so broken when you die yo', hearse'll stall
So weak you probably
Came thru wit a thick bitch
I come thru 3 hoes like it's Christmas
I come thru 3 hoes like it's Christmas
I come thru 3 hoes like it's Christmas
I go by
out
My interior
Step ya hustle up
You little niggaz
Way too inferior
I been on some different shit
Invested time in my hustle
2 For 30 3 for 50
Got my
to stop it"
Punk bootleggers man they fuckin' off my profit
Dip up in the club and she eye ballin' me
Remind me of the breezy from Terminator III
Thinkin'
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
on me
Know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way
I'm in the zone by the way
And You can call me
Mr. get em gone by the way
I did it
Big D, Big D
Edge Hang, Edge Hang
Big D, Big D
Zone 3, Zone 3
I'm on the corner with killa's holdin' onto dem pistols
The only nigga dat [?]
Feeling Devious…Yo
Xbox PS3 y'all can keep them DVDs
GameCube PSP killing it on 360
64 but that switched to Wii
So I guess gaming's in my pedigree
Some say
Back in my zone holmes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, naw, it's the twilight
It's the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chickenhead that I
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Yeah)
Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima
nigga
Long live Mo three, cause I was always outside, nigga
Gotta stay focused one eye close just like a sniper
Only snake up im this grass now is some
outside the crib (for fuck’s sake)
I left my keys and my misses by the fridge
But no joke I be penning this lyric by the bridge
Uh, that's how it is
Yo
Yo bitch she wanna kick it with me
I think she fell in love with the Gee
I got the blues, no green
I'll try to have her home by three
Yo bitch she
[RZA]
Yo, yea check it...yo, yo yo yo
Yo, if you think you can fuck wit the Wu Clan
Get ya nose swolled up like Toucan
If you think you can fuck
lanes
And got fucked like them dirty bitches up in Biscayne, you knahmsayin?
Chorus: First Platoon
M.I.A.M.I. it's do or die
Yo you won't survive up in
Terminator III
Thinkin' nasty, she the whole extravaganza
Gloss when I floss I'm the boss like Tony Danza
Puttin' hands on muthafuckas actin' up
Give me
stackin my pockets daily
Live by 4 words
"Fuck You, Pay Me"
All the niggaz that doubted The East
Live LA SALA We Floodin them Streets
Need them 3
For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah)
John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah)
Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game)
Don't know
best of head home or get thrown to the dead zone
Son, we need to ill, interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids
Yo just what we stand for? What we
home or get thrown to the dead zone
Son, we need to ill, interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids
Yo just what we stand for? What we strive for?
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