LyricsSlang & Serve

Three 6 Mafia

Last update on: September 9, 2018
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ATL niggas ATL niggas ATL niggas

I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premonition Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition 20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life Hella niggas want me murdered, but can't do the job right Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them Killin' for a hobby like a medieval barbarian Khen will the disaster stop? Never, nigga pass the glock Illustrated killin' live in color like it's magnavox Now I got 'em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock Set up shop wit' over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks Ammunition cocked, prepared to pop, I'll even shoot at cops Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop 187 from the west and get yo fuckin' block mopped You gone have to tangle wit' a Hypnotize, get surprised Good for makin' money off the shit to stay the fuck alive Come smoke some herb wit' me Come flip a bird wit' me Step on the curb wit' me Come slang & serve wit' me Come smoke some herb wit' me Come flip a bird wit' me Step on the curb wit' me Come slang & serve wit' me Come smoke some herb wit' me Come flip a bird wit' me Step on the curb wit' me Come slang & serve wit' me Come smoke some herb wit' me Come flip a bird wit' me Step on the curb wit' me Come slang & serve wit' me I only fuck wit' real niggas, all the haters can burn in hell If you ain't affiliated, don't come wit' packs to sell Object of this hustlin' is bubbling stacks of mail Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail When I hit the block I'm seein' J's drivin' insane Crunker than Montana wit' some anna for ounces of caine ATL niggas blowin' brains, simple and plain Sippin' golden grain, makin' stangs, inflictin' the pain Smokin', gettin' into it, livin' ruthless, the feds are clueless We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid Hypnotize niggas ridin' vettes, sippin' moets Strapped up wit' a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress 51 niggas got my back, so nevertheless I'ma get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest Puttin' bitches on the track, when it's a pimp in the flesh Solid as a rock for adversaries who wishin' to test Come smoke some herb wit' me Come flip a bird wit' me Step on the curb wit' me Come slang & serve wit' me Come smoke some herb wit' me Come flip a bird wit' me Step on the curb wit' me Come slang & serve wit' me Come smoke some herb wit' me Come flip a bird wit' me Step on the curb wit' me Come slang & serve wit' me Come smoke some herb wit' me Come flip a bird wit' me Step on the curb wit' me Come slang & serve wit' me My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me If there has been treachery don't try to get next to me Yo life is in jeopardy when fuckin' wit' family We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity Break bread off of greenery, releasin' the steam in me Keep me from the weapons, I'll be fuckin' up the scenery Deport bullets like immigrants, bitch niggas don't attempt to flinch Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence I'ma let the missile rip, ballistic wit' hollow tips You won't see me comin', keep yo fingers on the pistol grip Smoke blindin' my enemies, give 'em fearful tendencies You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence Hooked up wit' the camp, I've been a mercenary ever since Atlanta my stompin' grounds, Old Nationals where I'm found Moving bricks and fuckin' tricks, and smokin' reefer by the pounds ATL niggas ATL niggas ATL niggas

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