So many, my niggas   Keep reachin' the top of this mountain   So can what I do   K-Roc ain't go beg the believas   I'm from where the prophets   Niggas that a felt me   Make a little rich with Third World Click   K-Roc ain't got no more   I'm on top this shit though   Check this place   Am I came with Juice Man can scratch   Tired of the scam   Fucked up his chest   Alcatraz gimisum   Plus I'm on the dub   They might know we on edge   And why fuck the frown   While these groupie ass bitches be suckin' our dick   Prophet Posse we made it bitch   K-Roc we rockin' wit empty (??)   May kick in this shit that you can't understand   To bad that bitch is a want to be killa   We murder the bitch and fall out of the fame   I got six digits on my bank statement, rock   Eight if you be includin' the two behind the dot   So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six   I spend a hundred g-b's   To artillerize this click   Candid cameras be in the trees   Of my domain   So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that uzi manne   Go low mass Suburban, uh   Go low mass and Impala, nuh   I can brag for days   But because you nosie hoes   I'm stoppin' uh   Bitch rest rest   Out there finna crash like a lunatic   Is it to them bitch   If finna get em'   Tricks with cataract   Head back to bisac   have they take him to woods   Them goose ate his body   The body's no good   I would let that boy go   But the hoe just make me sick   Sick sick like a mad man   When the woofers start blastin'   Here yee, here yee don't you see   I got that Three 6 Mafia here   Were deeper than your faculty   [Chorus 4X]   Sportin jewelry and the syndicate   We rollin' hard   Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp   I gotta get it   While the gettin' is good   Yeah, you know the motto bitch   Out to set that chedder   Cause it's better when you havin' shit   Dollar signs is on my mind   Look into my fuckin' eyes   Gettin' you hypnotized   Lettin' you know that Prophet is on the rise   Why you fantasizin'   Visualize me as you mrs.   I'm somewhere on that mowett   And smokin' blunts   Is how I kick it   So niggas recognize that in this here niggas   So don't you see   Comin' hard as thunder   Ready to rumble   What's it gonna be   Come on a journey   On to the world   Or do you know about where the nigga be hearin'   This house of Scarecrow make headin'    to make it back home in the 21st century   We niggas keep letchin' the duration   The Three 6 (??) I punish   Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave   We leavin' no traces   Were paperchasin'   Don't maybe get to rockin'   Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock   And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop   Know what they croppin'   When we ride grand larceny tonight   You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers   Creep form the black side   I got this plan   This plan to rob a man   Tell him we got plenty of white   Get a nigga a key of sand   Take his fuckin' cheese   Count them g's   Then go overseas   To them damn Columbians make them drop it off   Say nigga please   Back to the hood   With them good   From my niggas dope   Nothin' but the pure   And that chronic that'll make you choke   I'm stugglin' in that paperchase   From day to day   All in the crime   For you niggas snitchin'   Proppin' dimes   I'm takin' care of mine   [Chorus 4X]