Street anthem (yessir)
Three 6 Mafia
New Three 6 Mafia, Akon
Goin down, yessir
(Konvict)
Hypnotize Minds (yessir)
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)

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 Ima 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 shit I do, I do it just to make these suckers mad
And the rides they claimin' to get, already had

Ten 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 nigga) 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, everybody in my clique, we dra-aa-aank (that's right)
Everybody in my clique got ba-aa-ank (that's right)
Everybody in my clique we ba-aa-all (that's right)
Cold teeth niggas coming straight from North Naw (that's right)

Every day we hustlin' Just like Rick Ross (that's right)
Every day we're strugglin' and every day we sto-aww-omp (that's right)
These niggas can't fuck with my hood, we de-ee-ep (that's right)
The last thing you see is the bottom of my fe-ee-eet (that's right)
And I don't give a damn my nig, I'm a fool, I'm a fool
Get to fuck from '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 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)

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Writer(s): Aliaune Thiam, Giorgio Tuinfort, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard