] All the flossin' on the town'll (Get ya rob) You be splurgin' all ya cash'll (Get ya rob) I heard trickin' with all them broads'll (Get ya rob) And
flossin' on the town'll (Get ya rob) You be splurgin' all ya cash'll (Get ya rob) I heard trickin' with all them broads'll (Get ya rob) And breakin' bread
on the town'll (Get ya rob) You be splurgin' all ya cash'll (Get ya rob) I heard trickin' with all them broads'll (Get ya rob) And breakin' bread with
Mel Smith My man Don Cee San in' the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama screaming that, "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, got to rob
, gang signs (Show ya golds, show ya golds) Where dem hood, hood signs (Throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows) Where dem gang, gang signs (Show ya golds, show ya
all,fuck them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid (Noooo!!) We used to,we used to, We used to rob
(Woooo!) Three 6 Mafia (Yes Yes), Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid! (NOO!) (Juicy J) We used to, We used to, We used to rob for them petty things,
, fuck them all (Yeah) We standin' tall (Whoo) Three 6 mafia (Yes, yes) Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid (No) We used to, we used to We used to rob for
, we need something for these chicks to dance So look Mami Im trying to grind I'm not trying to romance you I'm just trying to get them pants loose Lets get
Yeah, you better watch the situation that you get involved in You might get involved with the wrong people Get into a situation you might can't get yourself
hood on ya twankies Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies Give me all ya dope or ya green, ya pills, and ya powda Or I gotta
yo self yo ass ol' get gone Run up in the door high jack you in yo home Tie your ass up and beat ya wit the phone You don't wanna feel the force of the
around in dey home I'm bustin rugaz wit some lugaz Do ya Nigga I'ma send em straight through ya School ya Bout dis bidness Bout these boys Ya bout to
black a To me it don't matter Ya pay whatch owe a Pla-ya fashoa True mentality of a ghetto soldier (T-Rock) Don't never get next to me Although platinum
the cross We done gotcha in the motherfuckin' scope, we done shot cha We get more wilder than a chicken with his head cut off Three 6 Mafia hypnotizin
Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas And ready to do this shit you
bloody ya clothes gun to ya nose all of you niggaz you really need to give up more money and dope face the floor forty-four into ya head droppin 'em