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3 Card Molly
Ras Kass] What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof Golden State Warriors.. with my nigga Bud'da, on the track Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me
I got threeon section eight, with multiple oneSport a Marilyn Manson tRemember the name Ras KassSmoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the MacGot soWhen I get at cha, the situation tenses Fatality before you ever reach your senses If you lookin for sympathy, you better look like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess between R and T, in the fucking dictionary Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'
[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it [GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet [XZ] It's three card molly [RK] Will they ever stop? [XZ] Probably not [SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop
[Saafir the Saucee Nomad] The unA doctor, with a lot of patients/patience And perseverance that sails/sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual Fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak I eat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube For the lowest point in my character Been this way since I was fourteen I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme Never write rhymes with slim fingertips I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower Keep tryin to go gold
but all you're gettin is a golden shower
[Xzibit] Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive Look, now if it wasn't for the West So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the menu Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin Jerry Springto the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk
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