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par Prodigy

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Yeah yeah yeah
Old school Pt.2 feel it
The realest, who be the realest?
That´s how we do it, man!
We run through it, nigga

[Prodigy:]
I´m the number one insane rapper mix CD stabba´
Your album was doo-doo, I threw it out the passenger
The number one crapta, the 8, the 12, the 16, 22´s and 23´s
Sometimes I could blow a little steam
I got alot on my chest but I keep it quiet, so I don´t blow the steam
Get ´em everytime, my millitary bars, will leave a permanent mark on ya brain
The comeback kid, to see you 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 yo´ face, when you see me in the place I´m a dangerous person
Behind the rope, poppin´ off with the girl
You got the ratchet in the car
I got the ratchet on my person!

[Hook: x2]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hacks!

[x2:]
It don´t stop, it don´t stop, it don´t stop
When it´s on it go pop!

[Big Twin:]
Yo, it been a long time since I sold a dime on a dime
This shit too hot whoa!
It´s poppin´ uptown when I used to see Flaco
Now back to the block hollerin´ ´I got those´
I got those in every state, like the same amount of snitches that you got in your face
I´m a make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood
Shit changed, dunn the ladies say that I´m no good
I smoke wood, to get high till we pass out
Cash over bitches, that´s how we ride out
I´´a G, rep QBC, with a fully on my back, kid. Who want beef?
Loose 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 betta´ recognize!
I´m not the one to fuck with, I´m down to catch a homicide, YEAH!

[Hook: x2]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hacks!

[x2:]
It don´t stop, it don´t stop, it don´t stop
When it´s on it go pop!

[Prodigy:]
Ferrati 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 and I´m a good earner
And I shot ya man, so I could test my burner
My 223´s spit, flyin´ down the VanWyck
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 the Tee
Take her to the crib, turn on the flat-screen
My couch is Gucci, sit ya ass next to me

[Hook: x2]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hacks!

[x2:]
It don´t stop, it don´t stop, it don´t stop
When it´s on it go pop!
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