Kool G Rap - 4,5,6 lyrics

4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread! I rolled on every cee-lo corner that I know inside the city Kiddies, I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin pretty So who wanna get paid on the block? A thousand's in the pock' Now go and grab your knots from the stash spot I shake them up and shake them up roll and I break em up Two ? and a pound-cake (";Yeah n***a, wake em up!";) Keepin my fingers wrapped around the joint in case n***az Start brawlin, because I see em FALLIN to the strong point One by one they losin down the line A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old n***a pay me mine! (";Damn n***a!";) I grab the dice, place your price, all you men are mice Riffin as I'm sippin on a Heineken and gettin nice I shake em up they papes are gettin dead, n***a sittin on a Beretta Said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry b**hes I put the kisses on my fists and rolled the triple sixes And once again it be the point, that I shoot That be puttin crazy loot, in the pocket of my army suit Now who wanna come throw another round I rolled a fo', a six, hold up, NOW I seen a f**in pound Yeah you n***a know what the name of the game is I'm in yo' an*s, cee-lo you know that sh** that made a n***a famous Because I'm on the ding-dong, I can't go wrong Rollin for two hours long and STILL rollin strong 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's ";Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs"; -> Nas I make em sweat from beginners to the vets, I'm a threat Some n***az double up on they fifty bets I gotta be nice to the dice, so I'm talkin to em I step back, gave a snap on the sidewalk and threw em n***a went and put his foot in the way see, and tried to ace me Now I've got n***az rollin to that b**h Tracy Yeah, but Tracy ain't so gentle, n***az thought she was simple And loses with two deuces and a f**in pimple (";A loser!";) I crack another brew, sit back and watch what n***az do Who threw that 2-you? I'm rollin the whole f**in crew One by one n***az come payin, that fell to the trey and Furlough inside the bait, that's what a n***a sayin Your luck is tough, I'm makin enough to buy a kilo Uh-oh, look out below, I think I rolled another cee-lo Pick up my crap, n***az don't get back a DIME of that And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is at One more test, and n***az quittin, that's zero Broke, cryin broke, I'm doin backstrokes in cee-notes Crazy pockets are empty, what a god damn shame n***az you know the name of the game - word the f** up! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's ";Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs"; -> Nas 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's ";Bettin Grants with the cee-lo champs"; -> Nas