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Three - текст песни



Three


(prodigy)



for my G pack niggas

rite, rite

we be shootin at cops nigga wat

G pack niggas

yo fuck the police

NYP new york pricks are dicks

they can't stop our floss

stay up

? for my A.M. niggas ?

watup dun

hit the bootleggas the bootleggas



yo, yo dun we got guns in the grass

it's three at night

im about to take the last swallow of the eases jesus

who go 50 on the next tree

we gotta stop at the store we need D batteries for the theme music

snatch the biscuits from out the lawn

fuck a cab lets take cracked out your lawns are solved

we gave that bitch 2 wibbles

then skated off with a vehicle for the pillow

all outside the borough dun wat happened to queens

like sumthin in 1 2 1

farmers in 1 sixteenth

they got us on the B.Q.E.

just to get a taste of that greenery

we took our smoke out the coney island

post it up by the himalaya

pina coladas, champeles mixed wit daney

that saint oz is dun lingle

spillin it on the floor for our dead people

while I spark the sequal

my niggas got lungs when we smoke

that shit only go around once

dogs we just killing time

somebody just got they shit twist

on the block fuckin up the grind so

till it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts

bitch i wanna fuck rite now



(cormega)

son im on the bench high

eating chicken wings and french fries

a crackhead fuck

spent his last bucks on 6 dimes

im 1 gram from big time

a spliff away from overdosing

my heart is broken

my man started smoking again

P i heard the tunnel open again

i spoke to flex

he said he gonna let both of us in

it's time to load up the auto's and semi's

i wish my niggas bank was in a physical form of life

i got my uptown nikes

thugged out and icey

mad deep

jumping out the cokehead white jeep

through was strugglin

so i resumed hustlin

rap game or crack game

my crew is still bubblin

yo 3 in the mornin

and the D's on the corner still

seems we were born to kill

yo P meet me on the hill

so we could jet through queens in SUV's

and show these mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya know



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