Coty/Randy VanWarmer) This is a song About best friends John Roy Was a boy I knew Since he was three And I was two Grew up two little houses Down from
Tommy, ask you if you seen mommy And she three feet behind me Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gahndi Me and G O D, from C O C, like got dough
[Tony Montana from "Scarface"] So long Mel, have a good trip.. You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker! .. [Tony's sister screaming] .. [From the
is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [MC Eiht] We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates under the
m hard as women, watch it silly stunt, just ask the pilgrims I was strong from the get go, I'm not Lou Ferringo I never caught the cooties from a fluzy
but sex kept me out Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about? Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out (Lesson three, lesson three, lesson three, lesson three
Before I take my bow and finally allow my love affair with rap to fade, I'll sink into the page Pleasur and the pain that came from rulin the game And
with bomb bitches If you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on bitches And we coming from out of bounds, so bare with me Mi amigo, hit me
saw An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir Time to ride again until next time to draw [Method Man] "Ten nine eight seven six five four three
my fucking arm off and made an escape. guy ( oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca carajo
wit the Ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew It's the Originoo Gun Clappa two Rushin through, three on three
watch be flaring but hot see Got these from my nigga Vatche How big your blanks be, ain't nothin scot-free I'm ready to cop three, talk to me papi before
roam with bomb bitches If you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on bitches And we coming from out of bounds, so bare with me Mi amigo,
but B.Y.O.B. Bring your own beer ese, and bring some for me Don't forget about my primos, cause they all drink too Don't forget mi's amigos, hey what
And comin up shorter than five danny devitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba
three niggas like these Still gots the connects, pulls china white from Muggs Rolex, more sex by the Compton thugs Senoritas and peso's for the Amigos
Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe Them niggaz my click, we three amigos
job jus hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA
