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Nigga you drunk man Ah Nigga I drunk I made the beat when I was drunk though Ah I done fucked around and hooked ... (Burps) Meer town up wit Harbor Row (Burps) Yal don't know me my name TC 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 The Po' Bummy Ass Mack is back on the scene Bitches n niggas tryin to get me for the cream Brother's on my nuts cuz they just too blind Blind to the mind of a nigga on the grind I start wheelin n dealin tryna serve Step up to the mic and got loose with the verse Didn't understand all the way that a I was maxxin n relaxing n taxin A nigga seen action Told me the first time, pay me you get served Didn't leave knowin you got your manhood tooken When I hit the hot spot I told you that it gets hot Now you know that shit has just start cookin Setting competition for you niggas who be trippin Talk behind my back, I caught that ass slippin You was on a mission good at your run but kept sleepin Victim of homicide mack 10s creepin Sleep behind my back and got snoops in your gat Girls got jobs and now you wishin you can scat Screaming to the mack 10 begging me for mercy But I'm gone two stoges n I'm out 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... Mr. Cee the villain on the under Rapping correctly wit no beeps and no types of blunders Hittin like a storm or a hurricane Keepin niggas slippin from the sleep as I pour rain Bouncing her out like O's? It's the Kilos! Getting so rich I'm a change my name to Mr. C-NOTE Cuz like Nike niggas wanna do it It's was already done so get a boot to the gleuteus And if not niggas get strangled Bodies dangled, thrown in the truck, cut up n mangled I smoke dank tho, spark up the flame ho Cuz straight in '92 RBL stayin single I stay alone in the muthafukkin ghetto Where niggas say wassup n never say hello So what do I do, to who do I turn? Will the cops ever catch me or will I get burned? But don't worry keep your pockets on fat And never tell a groupie bitch who you gonna jack And don't say Mr. Cee told ya Cuz killas don't talk shit they get over 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... Midtown Productions comin up in this rap game Sportin a sack, not a rag or a fat chain But where I grew up is just like a War Zone Seem like niggas in the hood got they colors on I stay color blind cuz I grew up wit these fools Me n most of these niggas mob the old school He wouldn't cross me I thought cuz I knew him Now next time when I see him I'm a have to shoot him I keep my bub (alcohol) on to keep from being nervous Can't be leaving cuz they just might serve us I got my Glock on my side ready for the drama Can't even roll thru the set with my mom The police won't leave me alone They bringing up evidence so they can run in my zones Amuses is doing her so I gotta watch out for these young brothers My life is a scene not of Colors The brother down the street is like Nino Brown Til the one-time (Police) kicked his momma door down He would admit he was locked at a motel His momma got her house took but oh well But he's a ballin cat and he said he would help her So she's wearin silk n leather in a homeless shelter God gives you life then your life is torn That's how it is when youre livin in the ghetto storm 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... Stepping in last but a nigga not least It's the Black C nigga suckas on P Or RBL Posse loungin around and countin Gs Bitches on the dick get a grip cause you're houndin me Can't you understand this shit is simple and plain My niggas in the house by the name of Insane And the nigga TC bitch the niggas kinda clever Hooked up the beat, had us niggas come together We Ain't got time for the niggas with the drama I'll lay you across my lap spank that ass like ya momma The big Nine Deuce stop drama clock duckets So we can roll in Benzos, Beamers, not buckets This goes to ya hoes too, straight on the plot Settin niggas up, & tryna get him for his Nikes Scandalous bitches out there schemin like demons You better get a grip before ya ass kiss the semen We Already through the maze put by the White man Thinking black women wanna give them a hand I can give a fuck I'm still do them switch ups Switch up on a bitch quick so hoe press ya luck I just better yet go get the 9 millimeta Setting them niggas up dirty hoe I don't need ya Then I kick back, steady counting my Gs RBL and Insane countin the 1, 2, 3 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and... 1 and then comes the 2 to the 3 and 3 And then comes the 2 to the 1 and...
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