Xzibit, Saafir, Ras Kass - 3 Card Molly lyrics

What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace
And the Waterproof
With my nigga Bud'da, on the track
Golden State Warriors
Eatin every rapper on the plate huh, feel me

I got three oh-fo's in three-one oh
On section eight
With multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I
Die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs
Smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y'all punk bitches
Cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money
And mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First
The Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality (Toasty) before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called riders
Crashing into brick fences
Like my name was Al Fayed so you die
Like that white princess
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
Between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is
To win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop

The un-edited medic, on the cut
With a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patients patience
And perseverance - flows like an ocean liner
That sails
Sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual
Fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha
Everything I freak
I heat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby
You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties
But you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my character
I'll reach the highest place in
The house when I rock
Like the Qu'ran, fuse hot
Fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit
Without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese
Peep the game I lay
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use
Is light as a flower keep tryin to go gold
But all you're gettin is a golden shower

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop

Look, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggas wouldn't need a
Vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest
And what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggas come for
You I'm really not surprised
Mr black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you
So meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricasseed emcee
We be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life
Like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything
See you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops
You ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring you out the studio
Then Suge Knight you to the parkin lot
Niggas ain't ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with
Your tough talk
That's like Christopher Reeves doing
The crip walk

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop