3 Stacks
Yeah yeah yeah old school Pt2 feel it
The realest, who be the realest?
That's how we do it, man!
We run through it, nigga
I'm the number one insane
Rapper mix CD stabba'
Your album was doo doo
I threw it out the passenger
The number one crapta, the 8, the 12, the 16
22's and 23's
Sometimes I could blow a little steam
I got alot on my chest but I keep it quiet
So I don't blow the steam
Get 'em everytime, my millitary bars
Will leave a permanent mark on ya brain
The comeback kid
To see you get your ass whooped!
Mad witnesses, these niggas mad shook!
I don't have a clue, why he
Chose to speak on my name
When you know I'm gon' shoot
You know I'm gon' crack yo' face
When you see me in the
Place I'm a dangerous person
Behind the rope, poppin' off with the girl
You got the ratchet in the car
I got the ratchet on my person!
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hats!
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop when it's on it go pop!
Yo, it been a long time since I
Sold a dime on a dime
This shit too hot whoa!
Its poppin' uptown when I used to see Flaco
Now back to the block
Hollerin' 'I got those'
I got those in every state
Like the same amount of snitches that
You got in your face
I'mma make my cracks bigger and
Take over the whole hood shit changed
Dunn the ladies say that I'm no good
I smoke wood, to get high till we pass out
Cash over bitches, that's how we ride out
I''a G, rep QBC, with a fully on my back
Kid who want beef?
Loose teeth over bullshit, you want that?
I'mma crazy motherfucker' beat you
Down with a bat
It's 'Big Twin' if you don't know
You betta' recognize!
I'm not the one to fuck with
I'm down to catch a homicide, yEAH!
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hats!
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop when it's on it go pop!
Ferrari Testarossa, I start the motor
Go from New York to South Dakota
When I was a kid I drank beer, not Soda!
Never hit the girls if they
Panties had the odor
You put my songs for sale
And I'm a good earner
And I shot ya man, so I could test my burner
My 223's spit, flyin' down the VanWyck
When I'm in Queens
I make sure I see my man Twin
When I'm in Brooklyn, I holla at G
Love to see the girls ass naked in the Tee
Take her to the crib, turn on the flat-screen
My couch is Gucci, sit ya ass next to me
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hats!
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop when it's on it go pop!