3 Stacks

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] 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! (x2) [Big Twin] Yo, it been a long time since I sold a dime on a dime This shit too hot whoa! Its 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'mma 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'mma 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] 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! (x2) [Prodigy] Ferrari 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] 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! (x2)