3 Stacks - Prodigy

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

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 a lot on my chest but I keep it quiet

So I don’t blow the steam

Get 'em every time, my military 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

3 stacks, 3 stacks, 3 stacks

And a pocket full of hacks

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 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