3X KRAZY

3X KRAZY - Immortalized lyrics

(feat. Mob Figaz)

[phone conversation for 25 seconds]

[Bart]

We on a paper chase!

I see it all through my third eye

you played it fast so we ??? push it worldwide

it's juss a mental suicide, Kamakazie

got the plug on this game, so we on the plane Friday

finally, its a motherfuckin hit

clicks fists of four-fifths, Steady Mobb in this bitch

I see his eyes wide, his wig split up

on some murderous an half of his mutha

fuckin clan was on some other shit scramblin

them bullets through his skin tissue

it's America's host

you knew the game never fit you

it's all official

his last breath was on his line front

Immortalized, his time has come

[Chorus 2X: Bart]

Immortalized!

Blood shot red my eyes

when the gun shots spread the skies it aint no where to hide

I swear to God, a credit card cant account for the hate

boy it's too late, theres no escape we already plannin ya wake

[Keek Da Sneak]

Uh, break me down

roll me up an hit it

don't shake me now

take another hit, I want you to feel it

this the realest

this is what you'll be hearin through the backstreets, starrin

hit the baron

but dont forget, always check ya side views, an ya rear-end

niggas fearin, for the fact that you havin paper, an you dealin

ridin fetti, an a couple of hatas gon catch you when you aint ready

like Redman, take it ??? ??? from the back

to the head from lettin it seen ???

casket bed me

but instead me, I'ma live through it all

I spit an fall

I've been feelin like that since 2 Raw

like Above The Law

I was off that V-S

bitin titties through the bra

an nigga we juss

get a kick outta breakin the law

an then dig this

cuttie that be breakin me off

an I need this

so I'm tryin to snatch it all

its scratch an fall

I'd rather stay on top an ball

so my family is set when death calls

[Chorus]

[Ridah of Mob Figaz]

Now what they thought?

That I'd give up an get caught

after I

grab the nine an headed straight for the vault

when there aint never been a battle that I fought an lost

wit out my... opponnent bein traced out in chalk

but I still aint satisfied

so peep the rapid-fire

this'll be the day I die, fuck rappin, I'll retire

negotiators said he'll provide, the paper I desire

but he's a liar

an I'm tired of bein lied too

so we die too, when I ride through

bustin in wit the hostages

killin me, the guilt in me, fuck the cops an shit

spectators see the caper, holla "Stop this kid!"

but its too late

I fear no fate, plus shootin straight

an its funny

cuz all I ever wanted was some money

an someone to suck me like they had no teeth

now all of a sudden these motherfuckers wanna know me

call me down, sayin "Ridah let the hostages free!"

But I'm on some, fuck the world shit, an I don't know

I guess I'm stressed off the bullshit

[Fed-X of the Mob Figaz]

I've done adapted to this environment

Now they can't stop me

A Mob Figga

Military tactics menace to society

One of the chosen five

That lead immortal lives

Snatchin' all the product

Breakin' every bone in the closet

I'm out to get the data

The top secret information got me took

I'm bendin' every law in the book

I fled the scene with two nines in the sky

Sereal number scraped with no trace

And known to race

To get this pace

Imported weapons

Army fatigues and body vests

I'm restin', for armageddon, with the illuminati

Tales of Demias, Twentieth century, raised right

It's third war!!

Busted hinges and broken doors

Interrogation and infiltration on the five

Immortalized!

[Chorus]

Nigga!

You know what I'm sayin?

We've known to hustle since the beginning of civilization

until this motherfucker

you know what I'm sayin.... burn out

that's all it's gon be

we aint did nothin but breed in this shit

you know what I'm sayin

young niggas... you know what I'm sayin... all of us

you know what I'm sayin

all of us

get ya money, watch them lights

knock on you, knock on me

Fuck it, you know what I'm sayin, til it's over wit

thug it out til the end of civilization

you know what I'm sayin?

Against all odds

Until we die, ride until we die

mobbin it out, Money Ova Bitches

money ova all that shit

first priority, it's over all of it

niggas aint goin no where, we in this motherfucker

until this motherfucker

go, until this motherfucker burn out!

FUCK IT!! [echoes out]

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