Lyrics

[Verse] First and foremost, I make the music, then the money follows When the pockets empty, knock 'em till the speakers hollow I'd feel a deeper sorrow if I didn't do it, but I do it as if there was no tomorrow Yeah, that's the motto Gotta get it, get it, gotta, gotta, stay comitted Puffin' on the loud when we spit it, but still we (stick with it) We officially in your vicinity Like it or not, it's puff pass, till ya' sick of weed But you'll be quick to see How we never quit the trees And if we did, we'd still never quit the beats Sick MC's, writin' history, it's the three, lyrically Kay Dub and Mr. Mack and Keezy B, Mr. Me I'm a mystery, come try and figure me out Don't read the mouth, cause it's not written legibly Read between the riddle see, flow cold wizardry Meaning of flow, blizzard breathes blows in simplicity [Chorus] We writin' history, it's the three, lyrically Kay Dub and Mr. Mack and Keezy B, Mr. Me I'm a mystery, try and figure me (Try and figure me Try and figure me) [Refrain] You can't get sick of me If you get sick of me You're not listening You're not listening You can't get sick of me If you get sick of me You're not listening You're not listening You can't get sick of me If you get sick of me You're not listening You're not listening You can't get sick of me If you get sick of me You're not listening You're not listeni-i-ing You're not listeni-i-ing You're not listening You're not listening [Chorus] We writin' history, it's the three, lyrically Kay Dub and Mr. Mack and Keezy B, Mr. Me I'm a mystery, try and figure me (Try and figure me Try and figure me)