real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [MC Eiht] We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates under the
but B.Y.O.B. Bring your own beer ese, and bring some for me Don't forget about my primos, cause they all drink too Don't forget mi's amigos, hey what
who that be? TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE He don't care though, nigga we just three FLY
dancer, plus he wasn't handsome Comin like Mel Gibson like I had his girl from ransom Pedro wanna go outside Yo amigo, tranquilo, slide [Chorus] [Verse Three: Will Smith] Now rule number three
tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop
'all broke, y'all job just hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast, muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes, I don't brag I mostly boast From
Hill God Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God With the crew from off the Hill We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates Under the seat
nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop city Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe Them niggaz my click, we three amigos
smoke Chokin' on a cigarette you don't even smoke Jumped in the train station put in a token Coulda been my partner, my amigo, my peer Just waitin' for them three
get all of it Inshallah allahu akbar supporter CNN, desert men supreme order(word) [Capone] A kassi[???], three and a quarter, Arab Nazi Me and shorty from
, but B.Y.O.B. Bring your own beer ese, and bring some for me Don't forget about my primos, cause they all drink too Don't forget mi's amigos, hey what
my face So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta Esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy
Tommy Ask you if you seen mommy And she three feet behind me Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi Me and G O D, from C O C Like got dough C
in face down in front of Gold Now, three kings come to Clubs command But the angels from the sky did ride Three kings up on the streets of Gold Three
This is a song about best friends John Roy was a boy I knew Since he was three and I was two Grew up two little houses down from me The only two bad
This is a song About best friends John Roy Was a boy I knew Since he was three And I was two Grew up two little houses Down from me The only two bad
I take my bow and finally allow My love affair with rap to fade, I'll sink into the page Pleasure and the pain that came from rulin' the game And the
