Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Cormega - Three lyrics
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Cormega - Three lyrics]
For my G pack niggas right, right
Shooting at cops, nigga what
For my G pack niggas fuck the police
NYPD, New York Pricks and Dicks
They can't stop our floss
Straight up (For you crackheaded bitches)
For my AM niggas
(For you crackheaded bitches)
My Ante Meridian niggas what up dunn?
Liquor store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass
It's three at night
I'm about to take the last
Swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree
We gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme music
Snatch the biscuit's from out the lawn
Fuck a cab
Let's take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two wibbles
And skated off with her
Vehicle for that pillow
All outside the borough
Dunn what happened to Queens
Like Sutphin and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
The got us on the B-Q-E
Just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island
Posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy
That's St ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our dead people
While I spark the sequel shit
My niggas got lungs
When we smoke, that shit only go around once
Dogs, we just killin' time
Somebody just got they shit twisted on
The block fuckin' up the grind
So, 'til it pipe down
We just going at these sluts - bitch
We wanna fuck right now
Son I'm on a bench high eatin'
Chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last
Bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big-time
A spliff away from overdosin'
My heart is broken
My man started smokin' again
P, I heard the tunnel open again
I spoke to Flex he said he's
Gonna let both of us in
Its time to load up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga Spank was in
A physical form of life
I got my uptown Nikes thugged out and icy
Mad deep, jumpin' out the Cocaine white Jeep
Through was strugglin'
So I resume hustlin'
Rap game or crack game my
Crew is still bubblin
Yo, three in the morning and the
D's on the corner still
Seems we were born to kill
Yo P meet me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in SUV's
Show these motherfuckers how we
Rep this thang, ya know?
Shooting at cops, nigga what
For my G pack niggas fuck the police
NYPD, New York Pricks and Dicks
They can't stop our floss
Straight up (For you crackheaded bitches)
For my AM niggas
(For you crackheaded bitches)
My Ante Meridian niggas what up dunn?
Liquor store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass
It's three at night
I'm about to take the last
Swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree
We gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme music
Snatch the biscuit's from out the lawn
Fuck a cab
Let's take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two wibbles
And skated off with her
Vehicle for that pillow
All outside the borough
Dunn what happened to Queens
Like Sutphin and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
The got us on the B-Q-E
Just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island
Posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy
That's St ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our dead people
While I spark the sequel shit
My niggas got lungs
When we smoke, that shit only go around once
Dogs, we just killin' time
Somebody just got they shit twisted on
The block fuckin' up the grind
So, 'til it pipe down
We just going at these sluts - bitch
We wanna fuck right now
Son I'm on a bench high eatin'
Chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last
Bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big-time
A spliff away from overdosin'
My heart is broken
My man started smokin' again
P, I heard the tunnel open again
I spoke to Flex he said he's
Gonna let both of us in
Its time to load up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga Spank was in
A physical form of life
I got my uptown Nikes thugged out and icy
Mad deep, jumpin' out the Cocaine white Jeep
Through was strugglin'
So I resume hustlin'
Rap game or crack game my
Crew is still bubblin
Yo, three in the morning and the
D's on the corner still
Seems we were born to kill
Yo P meet me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in SUV's
Show these motherfuckers how we
Rep this thang, ya know?