I listen then watch While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the porsche box with fox, glistenin' watch Wore steel gray, lexus, gs-4
sleep Spinning room is sinking deep Searching for something to say Waiting for the break of day 25 or 6 to 4 25 or 6 to 4 Alright
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack
1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton family Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready for us Miphia style
Ohhh My soul 2 4 6 8 Who do we appreciate? 2 4 6 8 Who do we appreciate? Say 2 4 6 8 Who do we appreciate? 2 4 6 8 Who do we appreciate? Strange Feelin
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's gonna get to go to Heaven... the first one to speak, be the first one to leave, get your loved ones gagged and bound in bed
and I to watch While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the Porsche box with fox, listen and watch War still gray, Lexus GS4 Doesn't
, pull you outta some mix Then turn around and bust you in yo shit for 4, 5 or 6 1 - [kandi] I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning Boy you
Making sense of what I've heard And what is on my mind Well, don't look down 'Cause it's far to fall Count the hours, face the fear It's all you need
Yeah, a keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're goin' to the roadhouse we
2-4-6-8, who do you appreciate Please say that boy it's me 2,4,6,8, who do you appreciate I'm the one who wants to be your baby 2-4-6-8, who do you appreciate
day find again My will to be? How many years did I waste? How many chances did I Miss? I don't want to count them anymore 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. I thought
(Chorus:) I got it for sale nigga i got it for sale. if you want it come and get it cause i got it for sale. (x4) (DJ Paul:) They call me
and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 impala They greet me with
it's my business bitch Open up your own fuckin' account And get up out my shit Chorus x4 Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000 (crunchy blac) 6 bitch So
Making sense of what I've heard And what is on my mind Well don't look down cos it's far to fall Oh yeah Count the hours face the fear It's all you need
