3 Kingz

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Yeah, you know the clique move deep as the Red Sea 7:30 like a nigga be on PSP Be in VIP, VSOP doing it B-I-G Nigga you know me Soon as the motherfucking jakes on him he low key Take a little journey O-T where that dough be The fifth on him I O-D like the O-D the fish on him Brim of the hat to the nose piece the chicks on him Some wild hoes, in wild style clothes They download and videotape 'em like al po The wild road facing the chair if the trial blow That's with the best friends and the sounds Tical knows Know that killers come with calm faces Shakes and hugs ace with gloves Hate from love the traits of thugs Snake like characteristics Me, Big J, R.A gun barrels get lifted [Hook] 3 kings, there ain't no snatching our crowns We be them 3 kings, we here to fracture you clowns 3 kings, Big John, Rugged Man and G Rap Talking trash, no talking back, we slaughter you cats [Verse 2: R.A the Rugged Man] Who the master in the rap game? Thorburn last name Reigning smacking attacking ya brain aiming back with the flame Attract pain and learn from the best murdering burning the rest We ain't no GQ rappers like Pharrell or Kanye West I'm an abomination, I'm bombing a nation's population You just a chick with a dick without no operation I'm barely eating badly beaten, beaten badly in the precient I'm the hardest that God ever gave the privilege of speaking Frantically bannin'g me, Rugged Man'll panicky that'd be fantasy Loaded hammer he handing me blabber the bragger be A man who'd be damned if he happily married with family Splatter ya mammy mammory gland insane insanity anarchy Swagger the rapper the biter biting his flattery Beating buzzing you battery agony back to reality Bring it back you deliver that pitiful pitter pat Pull the trigger snitch hit a rat you wick-wick-wack [Hook] [Verse 3: Big John] Decapitation vaccination Big John ain't no mental patient Been on medication ever since the day I could talk You want a sedative you can drink the blood from my heart We magnificent glistening banging bitches while we christening You kelters and helters we here to body you cowards My occupations slaughtery for wack rappers who try and bother me You not as hot as me, Big John it gotta be Exceptional technical poison pumping through my ventricals I'm fresh in 0-7 those battles pseudo-intellectuals Y'all faggots get smashed quick, for rapping that wack shit Chop with the hatchet throw it in the trunk of a black whip You can't imagine my passion combined with rapping adaption And with the comic book caption reads I'm the bombest kid rapping I smack cliques with wack writs cause really they that bitch Big John, Giancana stuff bricks in the mattress Fuck with R.A and im leaving you backless