Triple Death

If you known me for a long time
(Hate to see me rollin' thru these Cali streets)
Then you remember when they used to call me 3D
Ain’t no stop to a born flame
Like a cloud above your head, the Cuicide’s about to rain
And wash you down in the gutter
I’m way too real with this game, so, ain’t no need for me to stutter
People considered me a sick ward
'Cause the life that I lived, since day one, been a swingin' sword
And won’t stop until it’s done deal
Like a tire on the car spent out like a spun wheel
I get my twist on, homeboy, like I’m Ds
So raise up off these N-U-Ts
It’s the suicidal—gang a rival
Street idol with the devastatin' flow
Fasho, fasho, I bust it up onstage
Vicious with a attitude, bustin' like a gauge
But got the crowd on the floor
Movin' their hands to the right and the left
They used to call me Triple Death
Triple Death, remember me
They used to hate to see me rollin' thru these Cali streets
The life I lived’ll make you go insane
Through it all I still remained the same
Triple Death, that’s my old name
Now, people call me Mr. Cuicide 'cause, fool, I spit some cold game
And lived a life like nobody else
Seein' fatal thoughts of suicide, a victim of a bloody death
And it’s my face on the person on the ground that’s stretched out
So sick at my stomach, I had to pass out
It’s goin' down, it wasn’t easy bein' me
The Mr.-Mental-Case from the (CPT)
In this game, you can’t trust everyone
It’s lookin' shitty, street-life, what a pity
So, get the funk out my face, I’m dedicated to the game
When I handle mine, what a shame
Make you wonder why my mind’s on the blank
I come from the streets where your mind don’t think
But got the crowd on the floor
Movin' their hands to the right and the left
They used to call me Triple Death
Triple Death, remember me
They used to hate to see me rollin' thru these Cali streets
The life I lived’ll make you go insane
Through it all I still remained the same
Come see me onstage, anywhere at a show
I bet you say that Mr. Cuicide got that flow
Tightly-packed like a fresh pack o' humps
Rollin' up shows, like I do a Swisher blunt
Fool, when I’m steppin' thru with my crew
One smart remark, you for sure to come up thru (Ooh)
Since you marks can’t fade me
You’d rather get together, team up, and sneak-hate me
Well, bring it on, 'cause you can’t stop the rain
With more potency than they find in cocaine
Makin' moves, breakin' fools and clownin' crews
And runnin' bustas out the sole of they shoes
And got that rope-a-dope style
It’s the Compton don, on top of the pile
But got the crowd on the floor
Movin' they hands to the right and the left
They used to call me Triple Death
Triple Death, remember me
They used to hate to see me rollin' thru these Cali streets
The life I lived’ll make you go insane
Through it all I still remained the same