The Alchemist - Three lyrics

For my G-pack n***as Right, right Shooting at cops n***a what For my G-pack n***as f** the police N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks They can't stop our floss Straight up (for you crackheaded b**hes) For my A.M. n***as (for you crackheaded b**hes) My Ante Meridian n***as; what up dunn? Liqour store closed Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger Straight up, yo [Prodigy] Yo dunn, we got guns in the gra**, it's three at night I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store We need D batteries for the theme music Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn f** a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab We gave that b**h two wibbles And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens Like Sutphin and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo Spillin it on the floor for our dead people While I spark the sequel sh**; my n***as got lungs When we smoke, that sh** only go around once Dogs, we just k**in time Somebody just got they sh** twisted on the block f**in up the grind So, 'til it pipe down We just going at these s*uts - b**h, we wanna f** right now {*overlapped my Cormega's first line*} [Cormega] Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries A crackhead f** spent his last bucks on six dimes I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin My heart is broken, my man started smokin again P, I heard the tunnel open again I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in Its time to load up the autos and semis I wish my n***as bank was in a physical form unlike I got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white Jeep Through was strugglin, so I resume hustlin Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still Seems we were born to k**, yo P meet me on the hill So we can jet through Queens in SUV's Show these motherf**ers how we rep this thang, ya know?)