Three

[Prodigy and Cormega] <br>For my G-pack niggas<br>Right, right<br>Shooting at cops nigga what<br>For my G-pack niggas<br>Fuck the police<br>N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks<br>They can`t stop our floss<br>Straight up (for you crackheaded bitches)<br>For my A.M. niggas (for you crackheaded bitches)<br>My Ante Meridian niggaz; what up dunn?<br>Liqour store closed<br>Hit the bootlegger, let`s hit the bootlegger<br>Straight up, yo<br><br>[Prodigy]<br>Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it`s three at night<br>I`m about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus<br>Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store<br>We need D batteries for the theme music<br>Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn<br>Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda`s Saab<br>We gave that bitch two wibbles<br>And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow<br>All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens<br>Like Supton(?) and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th<br>The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery<br>We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya<br>Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani`<br>That`s St. Ide`s in dunn lingo<br>Spillin it on the floor for our dead people<br>While I spark the sequel shit; my niggaz got lungs<br>When we smoke, that shit only go around once<br>Dogs, we just killin time<br>Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin up the grind<br>So, `til it pipe down<br>We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now<br>{*overlapped my Cormega`s first line*}<br><br>[Cormega]<br>Son I`m on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries<br>A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes<br>I`m one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin<br>My heart is broken, my man started smokin again<br>P, I heard the tunnel open again<br>I spoke to Flex he said he`s gonna let both of us in<br>Its time to load up the autos and semis<br>I wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlike<br>I got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy<br>Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white Jeep<br>Through was strugglin, so I resume hustlin<br>Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin<br>Yo, three in the morning and the D`s on the corna still<br>Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill<br>So we can jet through Queens in SUV`s<br>Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?