'll broke Y'all job just hanging up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Y'all suckers adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From
t no pushin Say what? None of that shit goin on Yo [Method Man] Made from the best shit on Earth I bring it to ya first, sick verse from the thurst In
face down in front of gold Now three kings come to clubs command But the angels from the sky did ride Three kings up on the streets of gold Three fireballs
who that be? TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE He don't care though, nigga we just three FLY
Undefeatable, inject placebos Where the tree grows, is where the E goes My ego's big too, ask your amigos Megaton flasher, psychadellic thrasher Boom
hungry and I'm eag (Uh), And I'm more ready than I've ever been (Uh), Because I've been persuading this thing from school, Since commodore, Atari and Amiga
the land of tony blair it's hard to BBC my dreams n stay focused And i've always been a loner in the form of a trio the three amigos who? me, myself
down in front of Gold Three kings come to club's command But the angels from the sky did ride Three kings up on the streets of Gold Three fireballs on
down in front of Gold Now, three kings come to Clubs command But the angels from the sky did ride Three kings up on the streets of Gold Three fireballs
dancer, plus he wasn't handsome Comin like Mel Gibson like I had his girl from ransom Pedro wanna go outside Yo amigo, tranquilo, slide [Chorus] [Verse Three: Will Smith] Now rule number three
forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a
'all broke, y'all job just 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
Hill God Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God With the crew from off the Hill We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates Under the seat
nigga named 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
smoke Chokin' on a cigarette you don't even smoke Jumped in the train station put in a token Coulda been my partner, my amigo, my peer Just waitin' for them three
get all of it Inshallah allahu akbar supporter CNN, desert men supreme order(word) [Capone] A kassi[???], three and a quarter, Arab Nazi Me and shorty from
, 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