Three Prodigy (Ft. Cormega)

[Intro: Prodigy]
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 niggas; what up dunn?
Liquor store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo dunn, we got guns & 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, let's 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 Sutphin and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
They 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 Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy
That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our dead people
While I spark the sequel shit; my niggas 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