Susi: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
Check it out yo, us man, I'm three, I'm still, no,
Cm
Gm
don't want it though, don't respect this
you ain't ready to walk in my shoes
I was bruised in this game,
that's why I stay with them tools
this shit ain't workin' out for the kid
I had a deal over at
Virgin, but they dropped the kid
I don't know,
they wasn't feelin' the kids
Or the music too hot for the ears to list
Eb
Back to square one, it's all good,
it ain't gon' stop a nigga
Or have me do something stupid
like going pop a nigga
I'ma be the star of this shit
With ten bitches at one time,
suck on my dick
kill em' two, cast that snitch
I am three,
bustin' they way through this hip -hop shit
don't say nothin' about my clique
Or catch a clip while you walkin'
with your lady and shit
Eb
Gm
like chickens with their head cut off
We little niggas with big guns
that'll take your head off
Cm
And we whippin' your lady
in the bathroom of the
Green
Acres
Mall
We gonna stand tall, we four,
Eb
if a slug hit our chest, it's all gravy
Queens grits roll like the
Navy, little girls runnin' around,
Cm
Y 'all don't give up yet,
we don't give up yet
At the end of the day,
Gm
a slugger ruin your liver for bread
Eb
On the strip, but that automatic steals so fast,
Gm
you won't have time to bed
Cm
Ayo, we here, foot in the door,
time for takeoff
Yo, we take over, move over, I am three
really mean shit to me
Spread love through the five boroughs,
tri -state, mid -state
Cm
Violate, get your face carved in,
fuck it with these cream
Bridge marksmen,
never go against the grain
Gm
20 tats, bald head cat, rep
QB
See me on the stage, iced out,
Jumpin' in them big -ass trucks,
when we shoot you better duck
You outta luck, youngin',
Gm
catch you runnin' while we gunnin'
Chasin' you down like bloodhounds,
beatin' you down
To the revvy, last compound,
Two aluminum bats, we blowin' you cats
We are
Gm
M3, nigga, you better move back
We fake, no jacks, jump real quick
We them
Queens motherfuckers that
stay in that bullshit
Cm
Y 'all don't give a shit,
we don't give a shit
At the end of the day, you slugger,
but when you live it for real
put that automatic still so fast
You won't have time to bed
a lot of niggas died
Right before my eyes, suicide, homicide
Gm
Do or die, my crew and I
pledge infamous
Don't leave no witnesses,
we handle all our differences
These menaces, we livin' it,
Cm
we been gettin' it, got it
Glock hop, won't hesitate
to empty out the whole clip
Y 'all niggas best notice when
Gm
it's time and it's bout to go down
We control the scent,
ain't nobody in this hole
Industry can hold a scent,
Cm
you can try but you won't succeed
We a rare breed and don't
say much cuss
Gm
Real niggas don't speak or won't speak
Cm
Gm
My handle like hot sauce,
I take down a top horse
My action unaccountable,
Cm
could snap at any given time
Down on you, my rap steady pounding you
We drowning you with infamous, the
IM3 continuous
Gm
We livin' it, I speak from experience
You hearin' it, we
M -O -B -B -Q -B -Murderbeast
Cm
Yo, that's that shit that I be talkin' about,
niggas
Playin' they hands wrong,
runnin' they mouths snitchin'
Gm
All up in they blood, I can't click
There ain't nothin' to discuss,
I only fuck with
ain't no time for new friends, loose ends
Gm
Take my gangsta to the grave with me,
it's all day with me
Loyal to my duns, know it's nothin'
Cowards grieve when
I don't give up yet, we don't give up yet
At the end of the day it's luck
Gm
or ruin your devil for bread
On the strength of that automatic scale
So fast you won't have time
Cm
Gm
to bed
Cm
Gm
Cm
You
Gm
Cm
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