Key: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
Check it out yo, us man, I'm three, I'm still, no,
Cm
Gm
don't want it though, don't respect this
you ain't ready to walk in my shoes
I was bruised in this game,
that's why I stay with them tools
this shit ain't workin' out for the kid
I had a deal over at Virgin,
but they dropped the kid
they wasn't feelin' the kids
Or the music too hot for the ears to list
it ain't gon' stop a nigga
Or have me do something stupid
like going pop a nigga
and I'ma be the star of this shit
With ten bitches at one time,
suck on my dick
kill em' two, cast that snitch
I am three,
bustin' they way through this hip -hop shit
don't say nothin' about my clique
Or catch a clip while you walkin'
with your lady and shit
Eb
Gm
like chickens with their head cut off
We little niggas with big guns
that'll take your head off
in the bathroom of the Green Acres Mall
We gonna stand tall, we four,
Queens grits roll like the Navy,
little girls runnin' around,
we don't give up yet
At the end of the day,
Eb
On the strip, but that automatic steals so fast,
time for takeoff
Yo, we take over, move over, I am three
really mean shit to me
Spread love through the five boroughs,
tri -state, mid -state
fuck it with these cream
Bridge marksmen,
never go against the grain
See me on the stage,
Jumpin' in them big -ass trucks,
when we shoot you better duck
You outta luck, youngin',
Chasin' you down like bloodhounds,
beatin' you down
To the revvy, last compound,
Two aluminum bats, we blowin' you cats
We are M3, nigga,
We fake, no jacks, jump real quick
We them Queens motherfuckers
that stay in that bullshit
we don't give a shit
At the end of the day,
you slugger,
but when you live it for real
put that automatic still so fast
You won't have time to bed
a lot of niggas died
Right before my eyes, suicide, homicide
pledge infamous
Don't leave no witnesses,
we handle all our differences
These menaces, we livin' it,
Glock hop, won't hesitate
to empty out the whole clip
Y 'all niggas best notice
and it's bout to go down
We control the scent,
ain't nobody in this hole
Industry can hold a scent,
We a rare breed and don't
say much cuss
Cm
Gm
My handle like hot sauce,
I take down a top horse
My action unaccountable,
Down on you, my rap steady pounding you
We drowning you with infamous,
the IM3 continuous
You hearin' it,
we M -O -B -B -Q -B -Murderbeast
Cm
Yo, that's that shit that I be talkin' about,
niggas
Playin' they hands wrong,
runnin' they mouths snitchin'
There ain't nothin' to discuss,
I only fuck with
ain't no time for new friends, loose ends
it's all day with me
Loyal to my duns, know it's nothin'
Cowards grieve when
I don't give up yet,
we don't give up yet
At the end of the day it's luck
On the strength of that automatic scale
So fast you won't have time
Cm
Gm
to bed
Cm
Gm
Cm
You
Gm
Cm
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsCm Gm Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Capo: 3
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