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letra de 3 stacks lyrics (feat. big twinz) - prodigy

yeah, yeah, yeah
old school pt.2, feel it
the realest, who be the realest?
that’s how we do it, man
we run through it, n-gg-

i’m the number one insane rapper mix cd stabba’
your alb-m was doo-doo, i threw it out the p-ssenger
the number one cr-pta, the 8, the 12, the 16, 22’s and 23’s
sometimes i could blow a little steam

i got a lot on my chest but i keep it quiet
so i don’t blow the steam
get ’em every time, my military bars
will leave a permanent mark on ya brain

the comeback kid, to see you get your -ss whooped
mad witnesses, these n-gg-s 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 hacks
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 sh-t too hot, whoa
it’s 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’m a make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood
sh-t changed, dunn the ladies say that i’m no good

i smoke wood, to get high till we p-ss out
cash over b-tches, that’s how we ride out
i[a g, rep qbc, with a fully on my back, kidwho want beef? loose teeth over bullsh-t, you want that? i’m a crazy motherf-cker’ beat you down with a bat-t’s ‘big twin’ if you don’t know, you betta’ recognizei’m not the one to f-ck withi’m down to catch a homicide, yeah3 stacks, 3 stacks, 3 stacksand a pocket full of hacksit don’t stop, it don’t stop, it don’t stopwhen it’s on it go popferrati testarossa, i start the motorgo from new york to south dakotawhen i was a kid i drank beer, not sodanever hit the girls if they panties had the odoryou put my songs for sale and i’m a good earnerand i shot ya man, so i could test my burnermy 223’s spit, flyin’ down the van wyckwhen i’m in queens, i make sure i see my man twinwhen i’m in brooklyn, i holla at glove to see the girls -ss-naked in the teetake her to the crib, turn on the flat-screenmy couch is gucci, sit ya -ss next to me3 stacks, 3 stacks, 3 stacksand a pocket full of hacksit don’t stop, it don’t stop, it don’t stopwhen it’s on it go pop]

- prodigy

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