Lyrics:
3, I'm enlisted by JMT
[Chorus]
and you thought I was gonna die,
That's why you left through the hard times,
Trust me,
Walked through hell by myself and I’d do it all again,
Used to hold
"Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do"
With
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
pettiness like lady's chatter
Seems to complicate the matter
I grit my teeth as my senses chatter
For nothing gets me much madder
As I leap out
For big
me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee (oh now I see)
Heeeee resiiiides, in me (yeah)
(Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in
high in the middle of high school
Cause the lows were getting lower, I needed survival
I tried two(to) or three times to die dude
Put the headphones
the Kodachrome now, later
With a lid to brow staple
Revist the cobra loading zone
Molar foaming but he hold his own. Wound
Cauterized by the zippo he had stole
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
a party time
Party people yow a party time
Party time show me your party sign
Party Gal give me a party wine
Party time me say a party time
Verse 3: by
Imagine men on page three posing nude in the sun
AND--- Imagine ladies pimping these guys
Getting them to sell there bodies on the streets at night
Think,
the mask
To hide the bleeding
Nursery no feeding
My ex always needing
All these rappers be competing
But I don’t care if I’m leading
Good evening
Ladies
got cake
Too hotty got brick to break
King cobra for all the fine bitches
Leave em' with their kittens
Dripping venom in their britches
When I lick it,
Chopra
Changed my name call me
Deepak Chopra
Talk about me chop-you
Like King-Cobra
Say my name 3 times
Mc is King-Kong
Moses split d red sea
I split blunt
And I aint paid for studio time in months
I do it out the crib
And if I feel like the track don't need that shit
I don't do no adlibs
And if I feel like
CRYING IN A BOOSTER
WE GOT GOOD CHEMISTRY, ME AND YOUR LADY
WE MIX THEN YOU KNOW THE SOLUTION
IMA FUCK UP YOUR BATTLESHIP IF YOU GON BABBLE,
YOU KNOW
cocaine, shit
You can tell by the moisture
3 man cells, I had the most mail
Selling cracks in the rain
Fiends on the Stone Island coat tail
The Bentley
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
Now she got an excuse
Numbing the pain
With her drug abuse
One night
Stomped out in a fight
By a big girl
That was twice her size
Poor girl
Shut both
"People of New York! For
Quite some time now, I've
Silently observed you carrying on
With your silly
Meaningless little lives well, tonight
It will
moving up 3rd
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th Street Park
Feelin' the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
Like the first time wifey let
You taste the snatch
window shopping
All around the square
Little old lady, time for tea
Here's a kiss, two or three
You're just like that little old lady
I hold dear
It's Ladies Night, yeah, and we hype
Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic
Like three the hard way we're doin' it our way
Rollin' and gettin' funky
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