That's Right (feat. Akon) - Explicit Album Version

Street anthem (yes sir)
 Three 6 Mafia
 New Three 6 Mafia, Akon
 Goin down, yessir (Konvict)
 Hypnotize minds (yes sir)
 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)
 1996, 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'ma be the closer
 Damnin' what these haters sayin'
 Damnin' what these haters thoughts
 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
 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 e'rybody in my clique we drank
 E'rybody in my clique got bank
 E'rybody in my clique we ball
 Gold teeth nigga coming straight from north
 E'ryday we hustling just like Rick Ross
 E'ryday we struggling and e'ryday we stomp
 These niggas can'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 (should've knew, should've knew)
 Head crackin' ya dig (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)