Keep reachin' the top of this mountain
K-Roc ain't go beg the believas
I'm from where the prophets
Make a little rich with Third World Click
I'm on top this shit though
Am I came with Juice Man can scratch
They might know we on edge
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-be 's
To artillerize this click
Candid cameras be in the trees
So I can feel safe when I'm goin' off that uzi manne
Go low mass and Impala, nuh
But because you nosie hoes
Out there finna crash like a lunatic
have they take him to woods
But the hoe just make me sick
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
Sportin jewelry and the syndicate
Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
While the gettin' is good
Yeah, you know the motto bitch
Cause it's better when you havin' shit
Dollar signs is on my mind
Look into my fuckin' eyes
Lettin' you know that Prophet is on the rise
I'm somewhere on that mowett
So niggas recognize that in this here niggas
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
Don't maybe get to rockin'
Whit this motherfuckin' stock and facin' to the stock
And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop
When we ride grand larceny tonight
You best be slidin' through Three 6 murderers
Creep form the black side
Tell him we got plenty of white
Get a nigga a key of sand
To them damn Columbians make them drop it off
And that chronic that'll make you choke
I'm stugglin' in that paperchase
