Ras Kass, Sheek Louch, Sauce Money - 3 the Best lyrics

(S) What we going to do right we going
To start this mother fucker of in
Brooklyn best style you heard me
(R, Sauce mother fuckin)
(S) Then I am going to past it to my
Nigga and we going to swing over to the
Yo you know
(R, SL, Ruff ryder style, Sheek Louch)
(S) Then we going to pass it to my other
Nigga and we going to do it west
Side style you know (R, West side)

I spit solely for the guacamole
Come through and make a rapper do a
Back flip rock a rolly and
Reach for my Glock slowly if you try
To interfere on how I stack chips
I take chicks to the tele just a happy fan
Now she wanna get a glimpse of my magic hand
She said she like the way it
Stretch out like plastic man
Sauce money tell me where would
You have it land told shorty look I got to
Get back to my grands
Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan
Married woman, single or engaged
Hood rats still got them to creep
Now we rock them to sleep
Because we got the best
Songs that pesese charm
Besides if you tricky you
Just chance head strong
Rappers better respect dons and ex-cons
And keep your vest on this is
How we speak with teflon
Aiyyo it's Sheek Louch nigga and I
Will pop till y'all gone
The only think yall little niggas pop is corn
And y'all might pop shit but that's about it
What you know about guns that
Come out my sleeve
And bullets that fly around
Your head like bee's
That will hit you and leave holes
The size of pee's jes
When I flow it's like tae-kwon doe
On some do-jo and it just a hobby
How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr miyagi
Wax on wax off with a knock out or better
I leave three through the E
Of your Enyce sweater
What pop shit and I am first day delivery
Straight threw your chest pope on your block
In a big brown truck like I am ups
And I don't know about y'all
That re-up real small
You don't spend more then a
Thousand at the mall
If you owe sheek pay me I
Don't care how you hit me
It don't race me if your car
Don't cost more then fifty
I'm that cat that threatens on y'all mc's
With a devil flow that will
Pop your rosary beeds
I from where bitches that know
About cooking up coke
Bring ever gram back and keep
Heat by the twat that will blend in perfect
In a deminacan spot now it's me that nigga
That shine like glitter
And I must say dogg I am a hell of a spitter
We finish things y'all hell of a quiters
I spit from the genitals bitch
Leave 'em masculine stitched
Got niggas panackin
Petro and make a mannequin flinch
Grew a mechanical inch the root of all evil
Green theft and green spray with a tech
But we can't all eat thow
Cause y'all fecal, we run lethal
Homicide victims of Fairfax and Pico

The more we taking from other people
Livin in puerto rico padarin LAX to JFK
At baggage claim with three
Hoes like Santa Say
My third eye be the equivalent
To the algebraic pi
So I give you a piece of my mind
Just multiply times infinite
Spiritual elevate so I high commite drive
Bye's while I sky dive
Sip a Mai Tai perform shit only concieved
In sci-fi so why try test
It's boom bye bye Mr ice real guy
You must have been looking some where
Else like biggie smalls lazy eye
Ha, sicker then your average Acquired
Immune Deficiency Symdrome infected fast

We don't care where your from
Nigga east or west
And we don't care what you wear
We don't aim for the vest it's lox
Sauce and Ras Kass three of the best
Only niggas with money we don't
Fuck with the rest
We don't care where your from
Nigga east or west
And we don't care what you wear
We don't aim for the vest it's lox
Sauce and Ras Kass three of the best
Only niggas with money we don't fuck
With the rest ya heard

It's like that nigga and it's always gonna be
Like that so you peeon as niggas
I got a new word for you y'all niggas
Boon walk that mean beat it backwards
Fuck out of here nigga the matrix Sheek
Louch my nigga Sauce Money Ras Kass
Blaze sky walker nigga the matrix get
The fuck out of here