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the prodigy - 3 stacks lyrics

(feat. twin gambino)

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, n-gga

[prodigy:]
i’m the number one insane rapper mix cd stabba’
your album was doo-doo, i threw it out the p-ssenger
the number one cr-pta, 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 -ss whooped!
mad witnesses, these n-ggas 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: x2]
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!

[big twin:]
yo, it been a long time since i sold a dime on a dime
this sh-t too hot whoa!
it’s 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’m a make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood
sh-t changed, dunn the ladies say that i’m no good
i smoke wood, to get high till we p-ss out
cash over b-tches, that’s how we ride out
ia g, rep qbc, with a fully on my back, kid. who want beef?
loose t–th over bullsh-t, you want that?
i’m a crazy motherf-cker’ beat you down with a bat
it’s ‘big twin’ if you don’t know, you betta’ recognize!
i’m not the one to f-ck with, i’m down to catch a homicide, yeah!

[hook: x2]
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!

[prodigy:]
ferrati 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 -ss-naked in the tee
take her to the crib, turn on the flat-screen
my couch is gucci, sit ya -ss next to me

[hook: x2]
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!

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