Artist: Mr. 3-2 Album: Fatt Domino Song: Thangs Get Crazy Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) In this life we live, thangs be a trip But hold together baby, hold together baby It's gon' be alright, be alright It's gon' be alright, be alright It's gon' be alright, alright [Mr. 3-2] Caught up in my hustle, as time go by Times steady getting harder, and I don't know why I can't lie, it feels like the walls is closing One of the chosen, off drank steadily dozing Man I'm hoping to bring home, a mill or better Chasing the cheddar, and I ain't trying to be scared of Having it all, of what's down the line for me Get it right now nigga, no time to sleep Dropping the roof, when it get clear and sunny Feeling myself, counting up brand new money Glass and 3's, sliding cross concrete strips Brand new whips, attracts these high class chicks Break they self, cause they won't break this pimp Steak and shrimp, I'm bringing game to the extent This what it's about, make it add up and flip Right fast right quick, cause life's a trip [Hook - 2x] Thangs get crazy, but never forget Don't ever lose your mind, fall off and slip Hold on for a minute, baby catch a grip It get greater lil' later, but life's a trip [Mr. 3-2] Drama and plex, I'm trying to figure out what's next It's on my chest, I ain't finna let shit rest Without no stress, I'ma live worry free Have my way, like it's an emergency Against the world, can't nobody stop this dude The tables turned, it's bout time to act a fool Don't watch my moves, playboy watch my shoes Came up as a grinder, I had nothing to lose It's my time, can't play with it at all Bounce the ball, standing like I'm ten feet tall I grind out here, stepping on what's in my way Day to day, grimy parts where I stay Shutting it down, first place ahead of the pack Can't look back, keep it at a constant stack Get on note, I ain't finna babysit Stay on point out here, but life's a trip [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] It gets rough sometimes, when you caught in a bind Use your mind, get on instead of falling behind Running with the same pack, that ain't got jack You off note dead broke, you can't get on track Face the facts, cause sleeper don't do nothing but dream Catch your snaps, get rolling with the winning team Glitter and gleam, don't necessarily shine Got a sight for what's real, read between the lines Too many times, of bumping your head and go get it You either true to it, or straight illiterate One or the other, can't be around these busters Getting fucked in a jam, with dumb mo'fuckers They don't do ruckus, I'ma let loose this pressure Put a hole up in ya, and it's over I bet ya I won't let ya, I'ma just let it be known Life a trip, get it together 'fore you gone [Hook - 4x]