Three Lyrics - Cormega

(prodigy) 

for my G pack niggas 

rite, rite 

we be shootin at cops nigga wat 

G pack niggas 

yo f**k 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 

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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 

f**k 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 f**kin up the grind so 

till it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts 

bitch i wanna f**k rite now 

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(cormega) 

son im on the bench high 

eating chicken wings and french fries 

a crackhead f**k 

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 mothaf**kas how we rep this thing ya know