3 Commandments

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts] You listenin to the future of this rap shit Its no actin, still trappin Never slackin, where the strap? Under my mattress Turn him holy with this Magnum. Get ya Ma$e on Street Fighter I just sit back and Capcom The straps drawn The set will rip a hole thru ya Teflon Blue steel ill nose pistol long as back arms Crackin bitches, just another lick to pass on Run up in the house and clean that shit out when ya dad gone Real nigga, from the east. You better ask about me And think about this Glock before you jock and rap about me Creepin down the block, the .40 cocked He out his boundaries, murk a nigga then we outti We don't do the county, and that's just the way it goes Get money, fuck hoes. Cause that's all a nigga know He was trippin, now he slippin its a go Choppa shells around the neck, all my niggas cutthroat Fatts [Hook x2] Money. Bitches Can't forget the weed Give me those three things And that's all a nigga need Countin' Gs, chasin' paper While these bitches on they knees Money bustin' out the seams So she tryna join the team [Verse 2: Mike G] It's always been my intention to capture this attention On that money making mission, everyone seems to envision Now you listen, got my heart then love letters that are written Love late nights with women draped in laces on my linen I do it cause something's missing You put me in this position We might take awhile to get it cause everyone's different From foreign girls that just like cruising in my car To white chicks that do it for cocaine and carry on, yo At my shows I hype it up, blowing good then light it up Always looking for better, I can never get high enough Sicker than your average Crenshaw graduate Leaving stores with bags with Ts wrapped in plastic Succeed, you'll see everything that you imagined Believe, that's the first thing you need to make it happen Get it good, while you got it, doesn't matter where you going Tell my neighbors "See you later" and leave with my doors open, yeah [Hook x2]