- Three 6 Mafia Motivated 歌詞
- Three 6 Mafia
- Chorus x2
Everytime i feel this shit, im motivated Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it We come to far to turn back now, i hope we make it But everytime them prophets fly, im motivated (juicy j) Back in the days I used to get down Pockets on e I cant do nothin but frown Feelin my belly and dont come around Had to be pushin that bope by the pound Go with da folk that be pullin a bitch Not to popular now you know youre the shit Fuckin with reala That know youre legit Pushin that shit that you shoot in your wrist Had ot be down about makin my grip Pumpin the beat Hopin the needle wont skip Nukin a dinner while flippin the script Niggas still trippin still runnin they lip Now they just comin in larger amounts Then i stack them in my bank account This is for half of your ass watch it bounce Motivation for my power and clout (dj paul) 20 years old Ridin in a 80,000 dollar viper Better watch out for the snipers They be bumpin our tapes But they really dont like us Why must some local bustas try to dis me When they dont even know me Not knowin ill run up on they ass With a motherfuckin mac Kill em all off slowly Im tryin to keep my cool, keep my cool Cause i got plenty to lose My fuckin surroundings be another nigga singin the blues So how i keeps myself on top of things and motivate I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin Chorus x2 (gangsta boo) For you motherfuckin niggas For you motherfuckin hoes Stayin real as ca be On my fuckin ten toes Never be the one to fall Im rising oh so quickly I know you hate me But im gon stay motivated This crazy lady Dont give a fuck bout what you say It dont mean shit Maybe cause im stackin cheese And you aint stackin nothin but dicks Including you niggas too You be ridin on dicks I know you do Im stayin on top of my game Ill be number one so nigga fuck you (scarecrow) This music game is gonna drive me insane Its all about figures Cause when youre dealin with heavy stakes Somethin gon brake or get injured Niggas talkin bout paying dues I got the bruises to prove it Did everything a nigga could do To make it in the game of rap music But still everytime i try to make a move some mothefuckers always Gotta doubt And then them very same niggas dont know what the fuck they talkin Bout Keepin the faith up on my plate Was the reflection of my face Sayin it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace Chorus...till fade
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