Prodigy of Mobb Deep — Three

[Intro: Prodigy] For my G-pack niggas Right, right Shooting at cops, nigga what For my G-pack niggas Fuck the police N.Y.P.D., New York Pricks and Dicks They can't stop our floss Straight up (For you crackheaded bitches) For my A.M. niggas (For you crackheaded bitches) My Ante Meridian niggas; what up dunn? Liquor store closed Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger Straight up, yo [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus Who got fifty 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, let's take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab We gave that bitch two wibbles And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens Like Sutphin and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo Spillin it on the floor for our dead people While I spark the sequel shit; my niggas got lungs When we smoke, that shit only go around once Dogs, we just killin' time Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin' up the grind So, 'til it pipe down We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now [Verse 2: Cormega] Son I'm on a bench high eatin' chicken wings and french fries A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes I'm one gram from big-time, a spliff away from overdosin' My heart is broken, my man started smokin' again P, I heard the tunnel open again I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in Its time to load up the autos and semis I wish my nigga Spank was in a physical form of life I got my uptown Nikes thugged out and icy Mad deep, jumpin' out the Cocaine white Jeep Through 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 corner still Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill So we can jet through Queens in SUV's Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?