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pissing razors - three lyrics

[prodigy and cormega]
for my g-pack n-gg-s
right, right
shooting at cops n-gg- what
for my g-pack n-gg-s
f–k the police
n.y.p.d. new york pr-cks and d-cks
they can’t stop our floss
straight up
for my a.m. n-gg-s
what up dun?
liqour store closed
hit the bootleggin, lets h-t the bootleggin
straight up, yo

[prodigy]
yo dun, we got guns in the gr-ss its 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
sn-tch the biscuits from out the lawn
f–k a cab, lets take cracked-out yolanda’s saab
we gave that b-tch two wibles
and skated off the a vehicle for that piddle
all outside the borough, dun what happened to queens
like somethin in 1-2-1, foriegners on 116th
the got us on the big 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 st. ives in dun
lingo
spillin it on the floor for our dead people, while i spark the
sequel
sh-t, my people got lungs, when we smoke that sh-t only go
around once

dogs we just killin time
somebody just got they sh-t twist on the block f–king up the
grind
so, til it pipe down,
we just going at these sl-ts b-tch, we wanna f–k right now
(overlaped my cormega’s first line)

[cormega]
son i’m on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries
a crackhead? spent his last bucks on six dimes
i’m one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin
my heart is broken, my man started smokin again
p, i heard the tunnel open again
i spoke to flex he said he’s gonna let both of us in
its time to load up the autos and semis
i wish my n-gg-s bank was in a physical form unlike
i got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy
mad deep, jumpin out the cocaine white jeep
through was strugglin, so i resume hustlin
rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin
yo, three in the morning and the d’s on the corna still
seems we were born to kill, yo p meet me on the hill
so we can jet through queens in suv’s
show these motherf–kers how we rep this thang, ya know?

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