Cormega
Three
[Prodigy and Cormega] For my G-pack niggasRight, rightShooting at cops nigga whatFor my G-pack niggasFuck the policeN.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and DicksThey can't stop our flossStraight up (for you crackheaded bitches)For my A.M. niggas (for you crackheaded bitches)My Ante Meridian niggaz; what up dunn?Liqour store closedHit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootleggerStraight up, yo[Prodigy]Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at nightI'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases JesusWho got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the storeWe need D batteries for the theme musicSnatch the biscuits from out the lawnFuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's SaabWe gave that bitch two wibblesLetras de cancionesAnd skated off with her vehicle for that pillowAll outside the borough, dunn what happened to QueensLike Supton(?) and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116thThe got us on the be -Q-E, just to get a taste of that greeneryWe took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the HimalayaPina Colada champales mixed with Dani'That's St. Ide's in dunn lingoSpillin' it on the floor for our dead peopleWhile I spark the sequel shit; my niggaz got lungsWhen we smoke, that shit only go around onceDogs, we just killin' timeSomebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin' up the grindSo, 'til it pipe downWe just going at these sluts - bitch, we want to fuck right now[Cormega]Son I'm on a bench high eatin' chicken wings and french friesA crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimesI'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin'My heart is broken, my man started smokin' againP, I heard the tunnel open againI spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us inIt's time to load up the autos and semisI wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlikeI got my uptown nikes thugged out and icyMad deep, jumpin' out the Cocaine white JeepThrough was strugglin', so I resume hustlin'Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin'Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna stillSeems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hillSo we can jet through Queens in SUV'sShow these motherfuckers how we rep this thing, ya know?
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