Stu Bangas - Three Greats lyrics

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Stu Bangas - Three Greats lyrics

[Hook] Kool G. Rap R.A. The Rugged Man Lost Cauze (Brothers try their best, they ain't even half as nice) [Verse 2: Reef The Lost Cauze] Any n***a front, best believe the clip will dump Left him sittin' slump on 5th and Shrunk in a Lincoln trunk Lift a pump like a gas attendant, blast your children All we after in this game of life is cash and pendents Diamond encrusted, yellow rubies look like ice and mustard Pussies get their hymens busted if they ever try and f** with The embodiment of highly sick Kung fu n***as wanna karate kick and end up shot to sh** Coppin' bricks you ain't never did Never lived in the slums, Feds run into your residence Never sit with your back turned feel the gat spurn in your sternum We earnin' n***a, where ever crack burn Dim lit alley, flip 10,000 Rob all your cash houses and then hit Cali Yo my man in Fresno pull strings like Geppetto Kool G and Cauze rockin' the ghetto like heavy metal motherf**er [Hook x2] [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] Lost Cauze, Rugged Man, truly we rebels Me and my crew, we hard rocks, you and your boys is Fruity Pebbles Thinkin' you nicer, you must be smokin' like Marion Berry And his crow bar carryin', barbarian, married to the mic Ma** murderin' like Dirty Harry and I'll cut you out like Caesarian Went independent at the time of Pataki and Giuliani And I'll bury you back in the backyard I'm that hard You lack God, makin' soap bars out of you like pig fat lard I've been savaging emcees since I was a fat kid on the playground Wearin' the tough skin jeans with the f**in' patches in the knees I've been sittin' in the room watchin' p**n with sick thoughts Thinkin' I was born with sportin' horns and pitch forks Piss poor packin' a pistol I'm pissed off Thinkin' I'm soft, you got it backwards like the pants on Kris Kross Trendy hipster rappin' mall rats I'm in the big league you playin' hardball with wiffle ball bats Amazin' when I'm rhymin', you cake you plagiarizing you fake It's a blatant disguise and labels got you slavin' like Miss Daisy Drivin' And any time the beat breaks I eat snakes like cheese cakes The Kool genius, Reef, Rugged, one track three greats [Hook x2]

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