3 on 3 - Capone-N-Noreaga

Ride ride ride whether it foreign and our niggers gonna be high

We and spot shit we making shit slide

Deep within rap now this is our pride

If you need hammers i will provide

Got to move out yea they will survive

Get them automated yea they will comply

All we ever want is to let that shit fly

I’m goping to be honest I’m the mother fucjing truth

And you suppose to do duce truth to triple fact juice

The juice no bishop guns without a hiccup

Got to connect lined up at the pickup

Old school rolley faced the master cody still

Smoking a bogy ogi why canobi

He can still make a socks made of ostrich

Shorty blow me like an old school cartrade

Niggers out like an old school mash pit

Like I’m in the macho possi

But the way I finally spit

Suck a dick if you not shit

This is CNN lock shit

Whose on the key and a nigger on a pop shit

Not talk but the Glock did then i give a zipper head back

To the block kid

Yea yea i line niggers up with no clippers juilette

Man even though i based in Queens I ain’t a med faire

Make you eat the rockso no chicken and waffles

Kill you niggers we hostal

We ride on a nigger slide up on him like role bounce

Before you know see a break got to get off a whole ounce

I got down venues when a beef is on the menu

Those niggers will take the order

Duct Tape your daughter tape recorder i know life’s a bitch

Be thankful for her forefeet the game or take the slaughter

Thankful for forgiveness thank the Lord

War ready the cake is order or something else roll something for her

Oh yea CNN LSX that’s what they call her

Weed and assault rifles on a tour bus that’s the order

Yow nowadays the workers ain’t telling how

It’s the connections by anything self respect

You were a church youth faced with death

I’m a rise until my casket drop my last breath

5 star general homie your life work

Make you life hurt

Splash mike with night work

Rockey before i die first

Gifted or cursed yea I’m a gifted rapper on earth

For what it’s worth you ain’t got a lot to me dog

History 57 and when they go with me it’s going retard

Running around the hood like he ain’t got a green card

Shagadorian jail yard yea yea

You got to see why i stayed

Bitches all around in fifty shades of gray

Weed on the table like little bales of hay

Yeah this is queens nigger you know we going to spray yeah