3 Hills of Suga

(Verse)
Damn rainy days make me think about the pain
So obsessed with the stress that my brain feels the strain
It's hard in the streets, motherfuckers ain’t feelin me
Niggas run up, with the gun up, trying to put the steel in me
Really see, Ills be the laid back, I play that role
For most Hoes, for Swazack, I say jack, you’re ghost
The host of the streets, defeats the transportation
Don’t make me have to emancipate your proclamation
The nation’s stationary, so I’m worried
Uncle Sam’s got a plan to scam us in a hurry
So don’t fake and front, that’s all they want
But I got piles of funk, compiled in trunks, cu-clunk
Punks and devils, get the shovels
When my crew’s off brews, motherfuckers is in trouble
Cause doubles the quickness, times tens the sickness
Po-pos get blasted for acting ass backwards
They jack us by profession and ask us stupid questions
I'm blasting if they steppin to test my Smith and Wesson
It’s a lesson that I’m teaching on the borderline of preaching
But I wouldn’t bore your mind, so I keep it street to reach in
To the hood, where it could do some good
See you riding and highsiding, with people steadily dividing
But I’ve been there on both sides of the gates
With themed books, teen crooks and cream cooks to keep shit straight
But wait, what’s your fate? I hope not what I’m thinking
To sink into non-existence, with no mental contingence
Damn, all I can say is I wish ya wouldn’t a
Hope you don’t end up a grain of dust in these 3 Hills of Suga

(Chorus)
I got to find a getaway
I got to find a better place
All that’s in my mind
3 Hills of Suga

(Verse)
Day to day every day of life is a struggle
Pay to play, but ain’t no way I write my strife and bubble
Troubles, all I’m thinking, drinking now mischievous things
I do in the streets to survive, you wouldn’t believe it, kid
I leave ya dead for the C.R.E.A.M., end your life for my dreams
Red beams and silence screams is the killing scene
Fulfilling teens with the tools that they need
Only fools don’t succeed and the streets cruel indeed
And you’ll call it greed and stupidity
Niggas calling truces cause my juices lose my enemies
And my remedy’s cash-ola, cutting Coca-Cola
My pockets getting swoller, my minds getting older
Bolder now, quick to fold ya pal
And dump your body in the ground where it can’t be found
Damn, all you can say is I must’ve misunderstood ya
But it’s too late, you’re a grain of dust in these 3 Hills of Suga

(Chorus)
I got to find a getaway
I got to find a better place
All that’s in my mind
3 Hills of Suga

(Verse)
Aiyo, my man it’s kinda funny
Never thought that I’d live to see twenty
In the hall scooping honies, on the wall making money
Yo it’s my man from way back
Give a nigga love, tell him cuz, I got the dub sacks
Then we dip and hit the exits
I tell him don’t sweat kids, cause I got the Tec like sex
Shit is hard in the ghetto streets, but metal’ll make em settle
Mash the pedal and then we dash to the ghetto
Pigs they sweat us, don’t matter who’s driving
Or striving to stay a live and, fuck a 9 to 5 and
When I could pump my grip on the ave, oh shit
It’s up for grabs, a street chemist in the street lab
PKs I swing for days, got a tec that sprays
On any nigga that plays, get hit off and I’m Swayze
It's an adventure, to quench my thirst
But still I’m worse, you’ll end up in a hearse
Trying to finish up first
You’ll get split, my shit hit like a round kick
Or a tight slack that itch on a real fat bitch
My style switch, your block get chopped cause I got it locked
Pay a couple cops so they don’t knock my rocks
So I hustle, rob, steal and loot
Fuck a “freeze right there”, man all these pigs do is shoot
Aiyo they got me, locked me up, good-googa-mooga
Now I’m just a grain of dust in these 3 Hills of Suga

(Chorus)
I got to find a getaway
I got to find a better place
All that’s in my mind
3 Hills of Suga