Tragedy Khadafi - 3 on 3 lyrics

[Intro:] Ride our miggers ride (whether it foreign ad our n******gs gonna be high) Ride our miggers ride (whether it foreign ad our n******gs gonna be high) Ride our miggers ride (whether it foreign ad our n******gs gonna be high ) [Chorus:] Ride ride ride whether it foreign and our n******gs gonna be high We and spot sh** we making sh** slide Deep within rap now this is our pride If you need hammers i will provide Got to move out yea they will survive Get them automated yea they will comply All we ever want is to let that sh** fly [Verse 1:] I'm goping to be honest I'm the mother fucjing truth And you suppose to do duce truth to triple fact juice The juice no bishop guns without a hiccup Got to connect lined up at the pickup Old school rolley faced the master cody still Smoking a bogy ogi why canobi He can still make a socks made of ostrich Shorty blow me like an old school cartrade n******gs out like an old school mash pit Like I'm in the macho possi But the way I finally spit s** a dick if you not sh** This is CNN lock sh** Whose on the key and a n***a on a pop sh** Not talk but the Glock did then i give a zipper head back To the block kid [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Yea yea i line n******gs up with no clippers juilette Man even though i based in Queens I ain't a med faire Make you eat the rockso no chicken and waffles k** you n******gs we hostal We ride on a n***a slide up on him like role bounce Before you know see a break got to get off a whole ounce I got down venues when a beef is on the menu Those n******gs will take the order Duct Tape your daughter tape recorder i know life's a b**h Be thankful for her forefeet the game or take the slaughter Thankful for forgiveness thank the Lord War ready the cake is order or something else roll something for her Oh yea CNN LSX that's what they call her Weed and a**ault rifles on a tour bus that's the order [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yow nowadays the workers ain't telling how It's the connections by anything self respect You were a church youth faced with d**h I'm a rise until my casket drop my last breath 5 star general homie your life work Make you life hurt Splash mike with night work Rockey before i die first Gifted or cursed yea I'm a gifted rapper on earth For what it's worth you ain't got a lot to me dog History 57 and when they go with me it's going retard Running around the hood like he ain't got a green card Shagadorian jail yard yea yea You got to see why i stayed b**hes all around in fifty shades of gray Weed on the table like little bales of hay Yeah this is queens n***a you know we going to spray yeah [Chorus]