Three Amigo's (If It's On) [feat. Method Man of the Wu Tang Clan, King Just, Sic] - Papa Wu/Method Man/Kendra
Say what
Ain't no pushin'
Say what
None of that sh*t goin' on
Yo
Made from the best sh*t on earth
I bring it to ya first sick verse from the thurst
In the darkness we lurk load a cartridge and burst
On the scene like a new team
Let 'em on our witness the method how I do things
Perfected my routine's are hectic and knockin'
General electric
I'm shockin' bzzz
Now who top ten
To rot and land once forgotten
N**gas poppin crys' now they stock market droppin'
They poison
I'm the antitoxin' that keep the party rockin'
And got me for us all Johnny Cochran
Get me off grant them the ball if I walk
Put that order in the court yeah
Give me crack on and who the f**k really care yeah
World best prepare for Tical to beware
Or be gone outta here you be warned
F**k all get off that bullsh*t
And kick the f**kin' tux off now it's on
If it's on then it's on
We can get it on gat for gat
Track for track song for song
If it's on then it's on
We can get it on
So what ya want n**ga ya want n**ga huh
King Just
You got the beat from another planet
Think I don't rock like granite
Lyrical giantical submerge the Titanic
Panic with the frantic antic watch them vanish
In the zone by my own maricon if you Spanish
The outlandish even though they can't stand us
You better off gettin' pick a size tryin' to ban us
Either way you put it off I'mma be heard
That's my word stone cold
Goldberg
Like a nerve don't f**k what ya heard
That n**ga just started hangin' out on the curb
What's the verdict soundin' like me
You can't word it
I put it in overdrive while you short circuit
Worship the ground that I walk on
I brought on all the real n**gas that you talked on
Blahzay blah so on
It's a done deal don't even go on
Soundin' nauseous to choke on strong
To get my smoke on
If it's on then it's on
We can get it on gat for gat
Track for track song for song
If it's on then it's on
We can get it on
So what ya want n**ga ya want n**ga huh
King Just
Talkin' 'bout gats ain't no bustin' clacks
And ain't hustlin'
Too many cats that wanna rap and ain't sayin' nuthin'
Foolin' ya self how let ya a** do it to ya self
When it comes to cash we the ones doin' it who else
Walkin' our dogs ya cats better beat yours
Hot heat reach y'all
Before you even get a chance to recharge
You weak paw me and my street n**gas a' eat y'all
We all guess they ain't no question that we sure
B song soon as you throw the f**kin' beat on
Dick riders ride
Followers follow our lead on you a fly guy
I'ma have to air ya guys out
My sh*t is plat' before it even exit my mouth
Siny n**ga who wan' try
Treatin' a batty boy head boom bye bye
IQ sky high I flaunt y'all to hardcore
Conquer why you frontin' dunn you don't want war
If it's on then it's on
We can get it on gat for gat
Track for track song for song
If it's on then it's on
We can get it on
So what ya want n**ga ya want n**ga huh
King Just
If it's on then it's on
We can get it on gat for gat
Track for track song for song
If it's on then it's on
We can get it on
So what ya want n**ga ya want n**ga huh
We can get it on
Here we go
We can get it on