Yeah, yeah, yeah triple c
yo, yo, yo
I just want to inform you that triple c is back from my tomb,
I was buried for a while but I came back to life,
cuz thug life was callin and it was so right,
and I, think for a while that y'all was missin me,
sayin what happened to triple c,
I ain't heard shit from that dude in a minute,
well here I come to mutilate it,
cut it and scrape it,
gut it and tape it,
gun it and take it,
easy as rollin the papers,
well here I am you got me just try and stop me,
from infesting in your brain and makin a nest it's insane,
how I came from poor living to a big name and fame,
so I, pop a few like rush what's the penalty,
get shot by mandoza dude's accused of a felony,
so I'll, take a piss and eat every diss,
and still push rocks like my main jigga kliph,
and I'll, stop the time like cyclops roll wit e-money,
scam some bitches wit j-hova man I swear that dude's funny,
so this is my life thanks for taking the time,
slip me a dub and you could be next rhyme,
chorus:
if you down wit triple c, go and brush your shoulders off,
big pimps and hot ladies brush your shoulders off,
make a career, to go and brush your shoulders off,
if you just don't care, brush your shoulders off
they said I couldn't do it that it couldn't be done,
you can't go from shit life to being number 1,
well now who got the last laugh I rush like a wave,
cuz while you're thinkin I'm behind you slowly diggin your grave,
and while I murder the mic,
they might be fightin a fire,
so I spit out water o's,
shits are rounder than tires,
and naw I ain't tired,
I was born to do this,
since I could shovel snow,
they called me rutty the tulip,
I spit out my two lips,
the most original lines,
cost of admission,
is just the price of two dimes,
and I shoot a dirty rhyme,
makin the cover of time,
hey you this is mine,
can't step out of the line,
and I'm sweeter than lime,
and naw I ain't retired,
who made up the rumor that I was getting straight fired,
chrous
fade out
yo, yo, yo
I just want to inform you that triple c is back from my tomb,
I was buried for a while but I came back to life,
cuz thug life was callin and it was so right,
and I, think for a while that y'all was missin me,
sayin what happened to triple c,
I ain't heard shit from that dude in a minute,
well here I come to mutilate it,
cut it and scrape it,
gut it and tape it,
gun it and take it,
easy as rollin the papers,
well here I am you got me just try and stop me,
from infesting in your brain and makin a nest it's insane,
how I came from poor living to a big name and fame,
so I, pop a few like rush what's the penalty,
get shot by mandoza dude's accused of a felony,
so I'll, take a piss and eat every diss,
and still push rocks like my main jigga kliph,
and I'll, stop the time like cyclops roll wit e-money,
scam some bitches wit j-hova man I swear that dude's funny,
so this is my life thanks for taking the time,
slip me a dub and you could be next rhyme,
chorus:
if you down wit triple c, go and brush your shoulders off,
big pimps and hot ladies brush your shoulders off,
make a career, to go and brush your shoulders off,
if you just don't care, brush your shoulders off
they said I couldn't do it that it couldn't be done,
you can't go from shit life to being number 1,
well now who got the last laugh I rush like a wave,
cuz while you're thinkin I'm behind you slowly diggin your grave,
and while I murder the mic,
they might be fightin a fire,
so I spit out water o's,
shits are rounder than tires,
and naw I ain't tired,
I was born to do this,
since I could shovel snow,
they called me rutty the tulip,
I spit out my two lips,
the most original lines,
cost of admission,
is just the price of two dimes,
and I shoot a dirty rhyme,
makin the cover of time,
hey you this is mine,
can't step out of the line,
and I'm sweeter than lime,
and naw I ain't retired,
who made up the rumor that I was getting straight fired,
chrous
fade out
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