Remix

Star Trak, y'all

3R

Remix, 3R

Man, it gets no realer, real—

Get a load of my ears, my wrist

And I ain't came this far chasin' a bitch

I done put time in (Yeah), and though it ain't crack no more

I'm still grindin', **** still shinin' (Grindin')

Red, yellow, and blue, the colors in them diamonds

Flashy, oh yeah, my bitch match me

My whole team gettin' it, it's just that deep

Romance, no, not a chance, out the question

Every month, I push a new ride, keep 'em guessin'

Haters don't wet it, 'cause it'll stress you if you let it, man

Spent twenty on that wrist watch, can't even set it, damn

No time for them chicken and tricks

If I fall off, back to the kitchen, fixin' that mix

But whatever, you'll never catch me trickin' on chicks

I'm Malicious, known to get that money and run

'Cause with a income like mine, trust them bitches'll come, you know

Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it

Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy

Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas

Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina

Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it

Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy

Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas

Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina

I'm Twisted Black (Huh), and y'all cats ain't heard of me yet

Oh y'all spit, but it's all about who word it the best

I'm representin' for them gutter folks where life is hard (Yeah, yeah)

Stiff ****, where we sell sacks and fight in the yard

Nightfall, we all flossin' on inches and D's

I'm so iced up, they nicknamed me Mr. Freeze

I'm on the quest, plus I'm hungry, so gimme a plate

I'm gang-stricken when I spit, it's like a venomous snake

****'ll break and grab they broads, "Pimpin' the Miss," is what they yell

Twisted Black'll have her sellin' her tail (For sho')

Quickly, don't pimp me, I got game for days

Small frame with this tall game all in your range (Uh-huh)

It's the southside, papa (Mm), it's Funkytown, Texas (Uh-huh)

You know where you grindin', **** go for y'all connection (Fo' sho)

The block bleeder pound here, you from around here (Huh)

Now what the hell you doin' down here? We block bleedin'

Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it

Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy

Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas

Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina

Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it

Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy

Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas

Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina

P-U-S-H-A to the T and

My car European, SL5 2003 and

Mami get a rush

Had that candy red paint sorta make the chrome blush

Money hard earned

I could burn a dime on a bitch, not even for a perm

Listen, I'll move 'caine through the streets

'Til the bailiff haul me off and court is adjourned

And ain't never a bitch waitin' on me

She'll end up skatin' on me, fuck the man hatin' on me

So I keep my money close, hoes third

Tight second was the gun that's protectin' what was first

Uugh, it's the boy that you heard

That keeps snowpiles in the summer on your curbs

The 'caine dealer, the stainless steeler

(Twisted Black and Clipse) Man, it's gets no realer

Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it

Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy

Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas

Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina

Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it

Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy

Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas

Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina

Block bleedin'