Mike G 3 Commandments lyrics

[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 whole 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 the 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]
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
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