That’s Right

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Chorus: Akon & DJ Paul] 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) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] 9-9-6, 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'mma be the closer Damnin what these haters sayin', damnin what these haters thought 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 [Chorus: Akon & DJ Paul] 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) [Verse 2: Juicy J] 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 comin' straight from North E'ryday we hustlin' just like Rick Ross E'ryday we strugglin' and e'ryday we stomp These niggas cain'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 (shoulda knew, shoulda knew) Head crackin' ya dig (what it do, what it do) And underneath the seat is the heat (I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot) [Chorus: Akon & DJ Paul] 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) [Outro: Akon] 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)