- Votes:
- Composers:
- Alan Maman
- Al Johnson
- C. Mckay
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- new york
- rap
 
- See also:
Cormega - Three lyrics
(prodigy)
 for my G pack niggas
 rite, rite
 we be shootin at cops nigga wat
 G pack niggas
 yo fuck 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
 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
 fuck 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 smokeCormega - Three - http://motolyrics.com/cormega/three-lyrics.html
 that shit only go around once
 dogs we just killing time
 somebody just got they shit twist
 on the block fuckin up the grind so
 till it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts 
bitch i wanna fuck rite now
 (cormega)
 son im on the bench high 
 eating chicken wings and french fries
 a crackhead fuck 
 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 mothafuckas how we rep this thing ya know











