3 Dimensions

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon] I'm all about the figures, I ain't podgy I done it in the rain and when it's foggy Niggas got me feeling dodgy That's why I left the shotty in the lobby I'ma jump if I'm ever feeling froggy This year, my price tag went up This Louis, not Lewis, I ain't Lennox I spend a couple racks when I'm fed up My G's behind the wall, keep your head up Missed a few years but I'ma make sure you sped up Spent your last on your whip, don't crash it I probably spent more on a gadget Funny how I only bought it for crashing And I don't bash women but she knows I only call her for lashings Pulled up to the Yellow Brick estate Shoulda had an ice cream van 'cause I'm with TB and H And I don't wanna hear your CD or tape Do a cypher with these rappers and they're nicking me for GBH [Verse 2: Tiny Boost] I got dudes doing reviews on my food like they're Keith Lee Need that weight moved, give me a call, I'm your PT Keep the hammer on the side, sitting like it's Greenpeace All you dumb guys that wan' fight like it's Green Street I bang like Chief Keef, air out your whole block Yeah, them things ring but you can't get 'em in no phone shop Heard you was a stepper, we might have to cut your toes off Messing with my program will get your whole show stopped I'm pulling niggas' curtains, them boys babies to me I'ma hold 'em, pat 'em on their back, wipe their noses Even on a Sunday, these niggas getting roasted Early morning, get 'em toasted While I sip tea but my shawty got a mocha Tell the plug "I need grease", not the one with John Travolta I've been down from a young'un, I ain't wait till I get older Pecknarm is the army and I always bring the soldiers [Verse 3: Giggs] He coulda been a hindrance, the shotty left him injured Slamming like Fredro Starr and Sticky Fingaz These savages and goons that you see me with are kindred Got me walking round like I'm the king of England Tell him "Put my money up, add another nought" 'Bout to fuck the summer up, I'm a juggernaut Dress slick, Hollow loves couture Big stick, this ain't Dumbledore Why? 'Cause we don't do magic Got rid of them headaches, we popped them two tablets Fired up, I got that new acid We knocked them two crackheads I could tell you what don't and what matters Fuck that, I want the front and those back ends, no capping The way we wrap him up, they're gonna hope we unwrap him Teeth chopped like a beaver Hunt for the sweets, top trick or treater Lift off his feet, boy who could fly Boxed him in, shots turned him Peter Yeah, certified students But even Jesus Christ got sold out by Judas How can I lose? I gotta thank God, He rolled on my accusers Niggas done slid Niggas got hit up, we just got rid Street niggas all see me like "Hollow gone sick" I know these niggas heard what Jigga said on God Did Yeah, it's the grown stepper season It's three dimensional, it's a dodecahedron Shh, they know who's the teacher So please allow me to teach 'em