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St. Lunatics F/ Nelly - Текст песни Three
[Prodigy and Cormega] 
 For my G-pack niggas
 Right, right
 Shooting at cops nigga what
 For my G-pack niggas
 Fuck the police
 N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks
 They can't stop our floss
 Straight up (for you crackheaded bitches)
 For my A.M. niggas (for you crackheaded bitches)
 My Ante Meridian niggaz; what up dunn?
 Liqour store closed
 Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
 Straight up, yo
 [Prodigy]
 Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night
 I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
 Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
 We need D batteries for the theme music
 Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn
 Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
 We gave that bitch two wibbles
 And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow
 All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens
 Like Supton(?) and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
 The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
 We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the HimalayaSt. Lunatics F/ Nelly - Three - http://ru.motolyrics.com/st-lunatics-f-nelly/three-lyrics.html
 Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani'
 That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
 Spillin it on the floor for our dead people
 While I spark the sequel shit; my niggaz got lungs
 When we smoke, that shit only go around once
 Dogs, we just killin time
 Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin up the grind
 So, 'til it pipe down
 We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
 {*overlapped my Cormega's first line*}
 [Cormega]
 Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries
 A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
 I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin
 My heart is broken, my man started smokin again
 P, I heard the tunnel open again
 I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
 Its time to load up the autos and semis
 I wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlike
 I got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy
 Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white Jeep
 Through was strugglin, so I resume hustlin
 Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin
 Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still
 Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill
 So we can jet through Queens in SUV's
 Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?










