Three 6 Mafia - That`s Right (feat. Akon) Lyrics:
Despite what you heard or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood ni**a wish a ni**a would ni**a
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I`m crazy, that`s right
If you think I`m lazy, you`re damn right
‘Cause it don`t really matter what you think about me
Ni**a f**k you baby, that`s right
996 got my hands on my first milla-lies
Sold 7 damn near and a quarter bill
Enemies close but my .45’s closer
You can be the starter but I`ma be the closer
Tell me what these haters say and tell me what these haters talk
I reside in mansions, they don`t, it ain`t my fault
Half of the s**t I do, I do it just to make these suckers mad
And the rides they claimin` to get, already had
10 dollars tees but the G`s fifteen hundred
Your lifetime dreams and I already done it
Plus I done it with your wife, she said I made her night
But I didn`t hit her back ‘cause her mouth wasn`t right
Train your bitch ni**a!
Despite what you heard or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood ni**a wish a ni**a would ni**a
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I`m crazy, that`s right
If you think I`m lazy, that`s right
‘Cause it don`t really matter what you think about me
Ni**a f**k you baby, that`s right
Yessir, everybody in my click, we jank
Everybody in my click, goddamn
Everybody in my click, we ball
Cold teeth ni**as coming straight from North Naw
Every day we hustlin’ just like Rick Ross
Every day we’re strugglin’ and every day snuff
These ni**as can’t f**k with my hood, we dee
The last thing you see is the bottom of my feet
And I don’t give a damn my nig, I’m a fool, I’m a fool
Get to f**kin’ round here, shoulda knew, shoulda knew
Hit a crack and you’re dead, what it do, what it do
And underneath the seat is the heat, I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot
Despite what you heard or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood ni**a wish a ni**a would ni**a
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I`m crazy, that`s right
If you think I`m lazy, you`re damn right
‘Cause it don`t really matter what you think about me
Ni**a f**k you baby, that`s right
F**k you baby, f**k you baby, f**k you baby, that’s right
F**k you baby, f**k you baby, f**k you baby, that’s right
F**k you baby, f**k you baby, f**k you baby, that’s right
F**k you baby, f**k you baby, f**k you baby, that’s right
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood ni**a wish a ni**a would ni**a
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I`m crazy, that`s right
If you think I`m lazy, you`re damn right
‘Cause it don`t really matter what you think about me
Ni**a f**k you baby, that`s right
996 got my hands on my first milla-lies
Sold 7 damn near and a quarter bill
Enemies close but my .45’s closer
You can be the starter but I`ma be the closer
Tell me what these haters say and tell me what these haters talk
I reside in mansions, they don`t, it ain`t my fault
Half of the s**t I do, I do it just to make these suckers mad
And the rides they claimin` to get, already had
10 dollars tees but the G`s fifteen hundred
Your lifetime dreams and I already done it
Plus I done it with your wife, she said I made her night
But I didn`t hit her back ‘cause her mouth wasn`t right
Train your bitch ni**a!
Despite what you heard or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood ni**a wish a ni**a would ni**a
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I`m crazy, that`s right
If you think I`m lazy, that`s right
‘Cause it don`t really matter what you think about me
Ni**a f**k you baby, that`s right
Yessir, everybody in my click, we jank
Everybody in my click, goddamn
Everybody in my click, we ball
Cold teeth ni**as coming straight from North Naw
Every day we hustlin’ just like Rick Ross
Every day we’re strugglin’ and every day snuff
These ni**as can’t f**k with my hood, we dee
The last thing you see is the bottom of my feet
And I don’t give a damn my nig, I’m a fool, I’m a fool
Get to f**kin’ round here, shoulda knew, shoulda knew
Hit a crack and you’re dead, what it do, what it do
And underneath the seat is the heat, I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot
Despite what you heard or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood ni**a wish a ni**a would ni**a
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I`m crazy, that`s right
If you think I`m lazy, you`re damn right
‘Cause it don`t really matter what you think about me
Ni**a f**k you baby, that`s right
F**k you baby, f**k you baby, f**k you baby, that’s right
F**k you baby, f**k you baby, f**k you baby, that’s right
F**k you baby, f**k you baby, f**k you baby, that’s right
F**k you baby, f**k you baby, f**k you baby, that’s right