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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Three 6 Mafia
Performer
Akon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aliaune Thiam
Composer
Giorgio Tuinfort
Composer
Paul Beauregard
Composer
Jordan Houston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Akon
Producer
Giorgio Tuinfort
Co-Producer
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Recording Engineer
"Crazy" Mike Foster
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Despite what you heard
Or what you saw
When you look at me, man, you see hardcore
A real street hood ****
Wish a **** would ****
I can give a damn, what you think about it all
If you think I'm crazy
That's right
You think I'm lazy
That's right (You're damn right)
'Cause it don't really matter what you think about me, ****
Fuck you, pay me
That's right
[Verse 2]
Nine, nine six
Got my hands on my first mill
Now it's oh-seven, damn near at a quarter bill
Enemies close but my 45 closer
You can be the starter
But I'ma be the closer
Tell me 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 you suckers mad
And they rides they claimin' to get
Already had
Ten dollar tees but the G's fifteen hunnid
Your lifetime dreams and I already done it
Plus I done it with your wife
She said I made her night
But I didn't hit her back
'Cause her mouth wasn't right
Train your bitch, ****
[Verse 3]
Despite what you heard
Or what you saw
When you look at me, man, you see hardcore
A real street hood ****
Wish a **** would ****
I can give a what you think about it all
If you think I'm crazy
That's right
You think I'm lazy
That's right (You're damn right)
'Cause it don't really matter what you think about me, ****
Fuck you, pay me
That's right
[Verse 4]
You saw everybody in my clique, we drink
Everybody in my clique, got bank
Everybody in my clique, we ball
Cold teeth **** comin' straight from North
Everyday we hustlin' just like Rick Ross
Everyday we're strugglin' and everyday, we stomp
These **** 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
Shoulda knew, shoulda knew
Head crackin' ya dig
What it do, what it do?
And underneath the seat, it's the heat, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
[Verse 5]
Despite what you heard
Or what you saw
When you look at me, man, you see hardcore
A real street hood ****
Wish a **** would ****
I can give a what you think about it all
If you think I'm crazy
That's right
You think I'm lazy
That's right (You're damn right)
'Cause it don't really matter what you think about me, ****
[Verse 6]
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
Written by: Aliaune Thiam, Giorgio Tuinfort, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard