'all broke, y'all job just hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast, muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes, I don't brag I mostly boast From
Hill God Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God With the crew from off the Hill We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates Under the seat
nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop city Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe Them niggaz my click, we three amigos
smoke Chokin' on a cigarette you don't even smoke Jumped in the train station put in a token Coulda been my partner, my amigo, my peer Just waitin' for them three
get all of it Inshallah allahu akbar supporter CNN, desert men supreme order(word) [Capone] A kassi[???], three and a quarter, Arab Nazi Me and shorty from
, but B.Y.O.B. Bring your own beer ese, and bring some for me Don't forget about my primos, cause they all drink too Don't forget mi's amigos, hey what
my face So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta Esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy
Tommy Ask you if you seen mommy And she three feet behind me Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi Me and G O D, from C O C Like got dough C
in face down in front of Gold Now, three kings come to Clubs command But the angels from the sky did ride Three kings up on the streets of Gold Three
This is a song about best friends John Roy was a boy I knew Since he was three and I was two Grew up two little houses down from me The only two bad
This is a song About best friends John Roy Was a boy I knew Since he was three And I was two Grew up two little houses Down from me The only two bad
I take my bow and finally allow My love affair with rap to fade, I'll sink into the page Pleasure and the pain that came from rulin' the game And the
comin' up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba
, I am Lou Ferrigno Green Benzito, rim big like my ego Bricks come from Chico and my old school amigo They call me Action Jackson like my first name, Tito The first chain three
you're on the run you'll get numb see Whoa, let me help you, amigo Hollywood meet Bollywood and Brooklyn on the drums Ladies and gentlemen, straight from
dippin' on that man, who that be? Timbaland, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride We don't care though, nigga we just three
face down in front of Gold now three kings come to Clubs command but the angels from the sky did ride three kings up on the streets of Gold three fireballs
