Three Gee Shit

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Royal Fam - Rap

Three Gee Shit

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[Intro: Dreddy Kruger] 3G shit, 3G shit John the Baptist, bitch 3G shit, 3G shit Dark Denims, where you at? Dark Denims, where you at? Timbuktu, one-two Dreddy Kruger, New York One-two, one-two Yo, dah-dah-dah-dah-dah Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah 2G shit, 3G shit, one-two, one-two (Yo) [Verse 1: Dreddy Kruger] I can't see a thing, but I care a mouse piss on cotton My style is rotten, spoiled by bets who protect their necks Do the knowledge to the mathematical slang that's handsome Funny hot dogs get played at the speed of fast forward For coming toward me with that bullshit, I'm from Bushwick 718, get it straight I slap the shit out of you with your own fucking tape [Break: Timbo King] Ocean Hill, Brownsville 2G shit, 3G shit Buildin' 1524 2G shit, 3G shit [Verse 2: Timbo King] Yo, who wanna rock mics? I stop mics, pull out plugs 'Cause thugs don't perform on stage, they rob clubs Take your drink money, your bitch mink money You think you're funny? My team got rich and cunny Lionel Richie money, Dancing on the Ceiling We high off a G-13, beer spillin' Walk through the V.I.P., we know the bouncers Sweet pussy Pauline, smiling, slinging ounces Jewels shining off the strobe light, gleamin' DJ biggin' us up, while niggas' schemin' Party to the end of '99 I got 99 niggas with 90 .9s Power refined, it takes me an hour to rhyme Way past my wiz, quality time, I'm pollyin' mine Strike in the middle, I shoot it through a cylinder Pinpoint accuracy, one dart dillinger [Outro: Timbo King] One dart dillinger

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  • Dreddy Kruger
  • Timbo King