Lyrics:
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's
through excuse me gotta get by
Sorry no I can't slow down for nobody gotta the island on my back
Drove around pass the pile up got the miles up on the max
a long way away from where you are in skill
Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin' four inch heels
She on the orange pill
And she about to start takin' off
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 'til the new year
the pulse!"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin' white boy, scrawny and always ornery
letting it go
Let’s go
I’m feeling mad max
Tell them lil hoes get back back
Soon as he think he could talk back
We gone end it
And make sure we off that
I
I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot
And then I heard a shot (boom!)
they do, still love my peeps
You can hustle all night, but respect the streets
It's a picture out there, and I'm seeing it clear
Told my click step it
This is how the hatred begun and how the resentment was spun
This his broke his spirit bit by bit/inch by inch they grew distant/the love had no more
against the wall
Got to give it my all
Give it my all
Push it to the max ain't no stopping at all
New Jers lets go
1-2-3... 1-2
New Jers lets go
1-2-3
a mascot
Chorus
Verse 3
Tony Yayo:
S.O.D. Swammies On Deck homie
My killers O.D. and die for respect homie
The barrel of my gun, start to pre-cum
Fiendin'
the pulse!"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin' white boy, scrawny and always ornery
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
So Sincerely as your mind becomes mine,
Three inch incision, purge all uniqueness.
We'll give you meaning, respect and position.
While we gorge upon
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
Now you got the money and the cash flow thick
But you really ain't nothing but a richer trick
Just because you're paid, you can still get thick
By your
the blood is pouring
I'm three from hell, E-V-I-L, Set fire to the wishing well
Cloud fly to ATL, hope the industry would treat me well
But my career will
3 in mornin no i never stay up borin
An im livin life while tourin
So much smokin got me soarin
While im writin metaphorin
Im the motha fuckin bomb
Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser
Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us
On the park bench playing checkers, sippin' nectar
I won’t release the pressure
From gripping his neck
Scrouny little motherfucker
Gonna learn some respect
I give u 16 minutes to pay off this debt
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
ha, rock yeah you dropping that hot shit
You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me
Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on
Three
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