Three 6 Mafia - Motivated Lyrics
Chorus x2Everytime I feel this shit, Im motivatedNot only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate itWe come to far to turn back now, I hope we make itBut everytime them prophets fly, Im motivated(juicy j)Back in the daysI used to get downPockets on eI cant do nothin but frownFeelin my belly and dont come aroundHad to be pushin that bope by the poundGo with da folk that be pullin a *****Not to popular now you know youre the shit*****in with realaThat know youre legitPushin that shit that you shoot in your wristHad ot be down about makin my gripPumpin the beatHopin the needle wont skipNukin a dinner while flippin the scriptNiggas still trippin still runnin they lipNow they just comin in larger amountsThen I stack them in my bank accountThis is for half of your ass watch it bounceMotivation for my power and clout(dj paul)20 years oldRidin in a 80,000 dollar viperBetter watch out for the snipersThey be bumpin our tapesBut they really dont like usWhy must some local bustas try to dis meWhen they dont even know meNot knowin Ill run up on they assWith a mother*****in macKill em all off slowlyIm tryin to keep my cool, keep my coolCause I got plenty to loseMy *****in surroundings be another nigga singin the bluesSo how I keeps myself on top of things and motivateI quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatinChorus x2(gangsta boo)For you mother*****in niggasFor you mother*****in hoesStayin real as ca beOn my *****in ten toesNever be the one to fallIm rising oh so quicklyI know you hate meBut Im gon stay motivatedThis crazy ladyDont give a ***** bout what you sayIt dont mean shitMaybe cause Im stackin cheeseAnd you aint stackin nothin but dicksIncluding you niggas tooYou be ridin on dicksI know you doIm stayin on top of my gameIll be number one so nigga ***** you(scarecrow)This music game is gonna drive me insaneIts all about figuresCause when youre dealin with heavy stakesSomethin gon brake or get injuredNiggas talkin bout paying duesI got the bruises to prove itDid everything a nigga could doTo make it in the game of rap musicBut still everytime I try to make a move some mothe*****ers alwaysGotta doubtAnd then them very same niggas dont know what the ***** they talkinBoutKeepin the faith up on my plateWas the reflection of my faceSayin it to make it but still gave the good lord his graceChorus...till fade
