Alex Dionisio - 1, 2, 3 lyrics

One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the

Silly weak rappers are full of it
Since I'm a don, I'm puttin' out a hit
‘cause I'm fired up
I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack our prey
So make way for hip-hop's Green Beret
Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the blame game
Is kill or be killed i'm an expert
Who'll be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain
You got eight million ways to die
We torch you, scorch you
Make you feel real sore
Have that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill you
I'ma leave your body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie a rope to a truck
And cold drag your ass
I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
To hell with Cotton
Watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a sound or quote
Shit, you pop
Go straight back down your throat
Everyday all day, this be the hard way
Putting rappers out of commission even
On an off day flavor Unit rules, G
We're taking rappers out
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three

One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One

Here comes trouble and it's all that, in
Fact, contact your next of kin, friend
Follow the flow format
While you slept, I crept
So expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause
I ain't got shit to lose
Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
Handicapped, crippled and pussy was
My middle name you couldn't beat me, slick
Snap that neck like a Chick-O-Stick
I know who'd beat you quick (Who? My dick)
Tell me, is this some type of tournament?
I'll cut your fuckin' head off and use
It as a Christmas tree ornament
Come and give me a test
Whoever claims to be the best
Leaves with a forty-below footprint
On his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go and press your luck
Both of his legs were found in
Back of a garbage truck
Head found in the bar of a limousine
The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens
Damn man, Mr handman, you like braggin'
You fucked up
Made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
I told you I'm out to stalk
Last nigga tried me, died, G
Felt my tomahawk
Apache, that's me, I get in rappers' ass
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three

One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and

One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two, three

One

You coulda been my main shit stain
But you scrap and real wack, black
The only thing I smoke with a
Pipe is an ass crack you challenge Treach
I'll show you quick you can't touch that
I thought you did a trick
Because you said, "Oh, fuck that"
Down the hill, how you feel? Hey, Ben Hef
Give me a hearing aid or two
Then I'm through 'cause I'm that def
That's how we all be, tighter than small Lees
Club, rap, and R&B, I'm wreckin' on all three
This drill means chill, guard your grill
Trouble is that your head or is your
Neck blowin' a fuckin' bubble?
A-B-C, skip to the S T
U-V W-X, to fuck the Y-Z
Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba in tape
Damn, it proves me then if I'm wrong
Sue me then wait let me hear another tune
Tune me in 'til I'm straight
If I hear "Drop the Bomb
" I have to go break a snake
For any time or any day
There's many rhymes and plenty ways
Forget me not 'cause shit, I'm
Hot, if I get get, then you'll get got
Au contraire, mon frère, this is all my hair
I wouldn't cut it for the
Biggest buttocks out there
But on the tip of hittin' hips
I'm more than quick i grease my lightning
It's frightening how I get
A slick, smooth, dark, cool Sagittarian
Two types I’m marryin'
Very thick or very thin
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I T
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three

One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One, and in comes the two to the three and