Sheek Louch - 3 the Best lyrics

(Intro)(Sauce Money + Ras Ka** + Sheek Louch) (S) What we going to do right we going to start this mother f**er of in Brooklyn best style you heard me (R) (Sauce mother f**in) (S) Then I am going to past it to my n***a and we going to swing over to the Y.o. you know (R)(SL) (Ruff ryder style)(Sheek Louch) (S) Then we going to pa** it to my other n***a and we going to do it west Side style you know (R) (West side) [Verse One: Sauce Money] I spit solely for the guacamole Come through and make a rapper do a back flip rock a rolly and Reach for my Glock slowly if you try to interfere on how I stack chips I take chicks to the tele just a happy fan Now she wanna get a glimpse of my magic hand She said she like the way it stretch out like plastic man Sauce money tell me where would you have it land Told shorty look I got to get back to my grands Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan Married woman, single or engaged, hood rats still got them to creep Now we rock them to sleep Because we got the best songs that pesese charm Besides if you tricky you just chance head strong Rappers better respect dons and ex-cons And keep your vest on this is how we speak with teflon [Verse Two: Sheek Louch] Aiyyo it's Sheek Louch n***a and I will pop till y'all gone Only thing I knew n***as popped and it's gone And y'all might pop sh** but that's about it What you know about guns that come out my sleeve And bullets that fly around your head like bee's That will hit you and leave holes the size of pee's jes When I flow it's like tae-kwon-doe On some do-jo and it just a hobby How f** Daniel-san going to beat Mr. Miyagi Wax on wax off with a knock out or better I leave three through the E of your Enyce sweater What pop sh** and I am first day delivery Straight threw your chest pope on your block In a big brown truck like I am ups And I don't know about y'all that re-up real small You don't spend more then a thousand at the mall If you owe sheek pay me I don't care how you hit me It don't race me if your car don't cost more then fifty I'm that cat that threatens on y'all mc's With a devil flow that will pop your rosary beeds I from where b**hes that know about cooking up coke Bring ever gram back and keep heat by the twat That will blend in perfect in a deminacan spot Now it's me that n***a that shine like glitter And I must say dogg I am a hell of a spitter We finish things y'all hell of a quiters [Verse Three: Ras Ka**] I spit from the genitals b**h, leave 'em masculine skinch Got n***as panackin, petro and penanican flinch Grew a mechanical inch the root of all evil Green theft and green spray with a tech but we can't all eat thow Cause y'all fethal, we run lethal, homicide victims of Fairfax and Pico Sugar nobody is ever equal [why] cause the more we make The more we taking from other people Livin in puerto rico padarin LAX to JFK At baggage claim with three hoes like Santa's day My third eye be the equivilant to the album red pie So I give you a piece of my mind, just multiply times infinite Spiritual elevate so I high commite drive bye's while I sky dive Sip a Mai Tai perform sh** only concieved in sci-fi so why try test It's boom bye bye Mr. Ice real guy You must have been looking some where else like biggie smalls lazy eye Pop sicker then your average Acquired Immune Deficiency Symdrome infected fast [Hook: Sheek Louch] We don't care where your from n***a east or west And we don't care what you wear we don't aim for the vest It's lox, sauce and Ras Ka** three of the best Only n***as with money we don't f** with the rest We don't care where your from n***a east or west And we don't care what you wear we don't aim for the vest It's lox, sauce and Ras Ka** three of the best Only n***as with money we don't f** with the rest ya heard [Ras Ka**] It's like that n***a and it's always gonna be like that so you peeon as n***as I got a new word for you y'all n***as boon walk that mean beat it backwards f** out of here n***a the matrix Sheek Louch my n***a Sauce Money Ras Ka** Blaze sky walker n***a the matrix get the f** out of here