3 The Best

Ras Kass

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    [Intro: Sauce Money + Ras Kass + Sheek Louch]
    [S] What we going to do right we going to start this mother fucker of in
    brooklyn best style you heard me
    [R] (Sauce mother fuckin)
    [S] Then I am going to past it to my nigga and we going to swing over to the
    y.o. you know
    [R][SL] (Ruff ryder style)(Sheek Louch)
    [S] Then we going to pass it to my other nigga and we going to do it west
    side style you know
    [R] (West side)

    [Verse One: Sauce Money]
    I spit solely for the guacemole
    Come through and make a rapper do a back flip rock a rolly and
    Reach for my glock slowly if you try to interfere on how I stack chips
    I take chicks to the tele just a happy fan
    Now she wanna get a glimpse of my magic hand
    She said she like the way it stretch out like plastic man
    Sauce money tell me where would you have it land
    Told shorty look I got to get back to my grands
    Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan
    Married woman, single or engaged, hood rats still got them to creep
    Now we rock them to sleep
    Because we got the best songs that pesese charm
    Besides if you tricky you just chance head strong
    Rappers better respect dawns and ex-cons
    and keep your vest on this is how we speak with teflon

    [Verse Two: Sheek Louch]
    Aiyyo it's Sheek Louch nigga and I will pop till y'all gone
    Only thing I knew niggaz popped and it's gone
    And y'all might pop shit but that's about it
    What you know about guns that come out my sleeve
    And bullets that fly around your head like bee's
    That will hit you and leave holes the size of pee's jes
    When I flow it's like tae-kwon-doe
    On some do-jo and it just a hobby
    How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr. Miyagi
    Wax on wax off with a knock out or better
    I leave three threw the e of your enyce sweater
    What pop shit and I am first day delivery
    Straight threw your chest pope on your block
    In a big brown truck like I am ups
    And I don't know about y'all that re-up real small
    You don't spend more then a thousand at the mall
    If you owe sheek pay me I don't care how you hit me
    It don't race me if your car don't cost more then fifty
    I'm that cat that threatens on y'all mc's
    With a devil flow that will pop your rosary beeds
    I from where bitches that know about cooking up coke
    Bring ever gram back and keep heat by the twat
    That will blend in perfect in a deminacan spot
    Now it's me that nigga that shine like glitter
    And I must say dogg I am a hell of a spitter
    We finish things y'all hell of a quiters

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    [Verse Three: Ras Kass]
    I spit from the genitals bitch, leave 'em masculine skinch
    Got niggaz panackin, petro and penanican flinch
    Grew a mechanical inch the root of all evil
    Green theft and green spray with a tech but we can't all eat thow
    Cause y'all fethal, we run lethal, homicide victims of a fed fax and pete gold
    Sugar nobody is ever equal [why] cause the more we make
    the more we taking from other people
    Livin in puerto rico padarin LAX to JFK
    At baggage claim with three hoes like Santa's day
    My third eye be the equivilant to the album red pie
    so I give you a piece of my mind, just multiply times infinite
    Spiritual elevate so I high commite drive bye's while I sky dive
    Sip on my time perform shit only concieved in sci-fi so why try test
    It's boom bye bye Mr. Ice real guy
    You must have been looking some where else like biggie smalls lazy eye
    Pop sicker then your average Acquired Immune Deficiency Symdrome infected fast

    [Chorus: Sheek Louch]
    We don't care where your from nigga east or west
    And we don't care what you wear we don't aim for the vest
    It's lox, sauce and Ras Kass three of the best
    Only niggaz with money we don't fuck with the rest
    We don't care where your from nigga east or west
    And we don't care what you wear we don't aim for the vest
    It's lox, sauce and Ras Kass three of the best
    Only niggaz with money we don't fuck with the rest ya heard

    [Ras Kass]
    It's like that nigga and it's always gonna be like that so you peeon as niggaz
    I got a new word for you y'all niggaz boon walk that mean beat it backwards
    Fuck out of here nigga the matrix Sheek Louch my nigga Sauce Money Ras Kass
    Blaze sky walker nigga the matrix get the fuck out of here

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