Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Old school part 2, Philly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
The realest
Who be the realest
That's how we do it nigga
We run through it nigga
I'm the number one insane rapper, mick city stabber
Your album was doo-doo, I threw it out the passenger
The number one crafter of the 8, the 12, the 16
22'S and 23's sometimes so I can blow a little steam
I got a lot on my chest but I keep it quiet so I don't blow the stain
Get 'em every time
My military bars leave a permanent mark on your brain
The comeback kid, to see me get your ass whooped
Mad witnesses, these niggas mad shook
I don't have a clue, why he chose to
Speak on my name, when you know I'm gon' shoot
You know I'm gon' crack your face
When you see me in the place, I'm a dangerous person
Behind the rope, popping off with the girls
You got the ratchet in the car, I got the ratchet on my person
3 Stacks, 3 stacks
3 Stacks and a pocket full of hats
3 Stacks, 3 stacks
3 Stacks and a pocket full of hats
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop, when it's on it go pop
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop, when it's on it go pop
Yo it been a long time, since I sold a dime
On the dime, this shit too hot whoa
It's popping uptown when I used to see Flaco
Now back to the block screaming out I got those
I got those in every state
Like the same amount of stitches that you got in your face
I'ma make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood
Shit changed, dunn, the ladies say that I'm no good
I smoke wood, getting high 'til we pass out
Cash over bitches, that's how we ride out
I'm a G, rep QBC
With a fully on my back, kid who want beef?
Lose teeth over bullshit, you want that?
I'm a crazy motherfucker, beat you down with a bat
It's big Twin, if you don't know you better recognize
I'm the one to fuck with, I'm down to catch a homicide, yeah!
3 Stacks, 3 stacks
3 Stacks and a pocket full of hats
3 Stacks, 3 stacks
3 Stacks and a pocket full of hats
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop, when it's on it go pop
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop, when it's on it go pop
Ferrari Testarossa, I start the motor
Go from New York to South Dakota
When I was a kid I drank beer, not soda
Never hit the girls if they panties had the odor
You put my songs for sale when I'm a good earner
And I shot your man so I could test my burner
My.223 spit, flying down to Van Wyck
When I'm in Queens I make sure I see my man Twin
When I'm in Brooklyn, I holla at G
Love to see the girls ass naked in a tee
Take her to the crib, turn on the flatscreen
My couch is Gucci, sit your ass next to me
3 Stacks, 3 stacks
3 Stacks and a pocket full of hats
3 Stacks, 3 stacks
3 Stacks and a pocket full of hats
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop, when it's on it go pop
It don't stop, it don't stop
It don't stop, when it's on it go pop