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Three 6 Mafia Thats Right Feat Akon
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Performer
Akon
Akon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aliaune Thiam
Aliaune Thiam
Composer
Giorgio Tuinfort
Giorgio Tuinfort
Composer
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Composer
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Akon
Akon
Producer
Giorgio Tuinfort
Giorgio Tuinfort
Co-Producer
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Recording Engineer
"Crazy" Mike Foster
"Crazy" Mike Foster
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Street anthem (yes sir) Three 6 Mafia New Three 6 Mafia, Akon Goin down, yessir (Konvict) Hypnotize minds (yes sir) This what thugs are made of man! (Yessir) This where we come from This the artery of the streets man The heart of it Despite what you heard, or what you saw When you look at me man you see hardcore A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga 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 Nigga, fuck you pay me (that's right) 1996, got my hands on my first mill' Now it's oh-seven, damn near at a quarter bill' Enemies close, but my 45's closer You can be the starter, but I'ma be the closer Damnin' what these haters sayin' Damnin' what these haters thoughts I reside in mansions, they don't, it ain't my fault Half of the shit I do I do it just to make these Suckers mad And the rides they claimin to get, I already had Ten dollar tees, but the jeans 1500 Your lifetime dreams I done already done it Plus I done it wit'cha wife, she said I made her night But I didn't hit her back Cause her mouth wasn't right Despite what you heard, or what you saw When you look at me man you see hardcore A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would nigga 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 Nigga, fuck you pay me (that's right) Yessir e'rybody in my clique we drank E'rybody in my clique got bank E'rybody in my clique we ball Gold teeth nigga coming straight from north E'ryday we hustling just like Rick Ross E'ryday we struggling and e'ryday we stomp These niggas can't fuck with my hood, we deep 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 the fuck from 'round here (should've knew, should've knew) Head crackin' ya dig (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 nigga, wish a nigga would nigga 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 Nigga, fuck you pay me (that's right) Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me (that's right) Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me (that's right) Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me (that's right) Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me (that's right)
Writer(s): Aliaune Thiam, Giorgio Tuinfort Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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