fall off They'll find another Noreaga And they'll find another Capone 'n' Noreaga And they'll find another B Real So you need to just keep stack your chips
'Cuz the minute you fall off they'll find another Noreaga And they'll find another Capone-N-Noreaga And they'll find another B-Real So you need to just keep Stack your chips
ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it go on the block Keep your eyes open because the police they plot Don't let your spot get hot, you
keep it real Every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips And guess what, I got more nuts than chips And they
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin' Wrong, nigga the rug, nigga know who you passin' Fresh year from rammin' off the zany's fours and perks Keep
gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon 'cause I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock When my glock get hot you punk niggas
hitting blocks, got the sturning wheel hot Alright catch a flight, hot-lanta next night Looking for some fire green, the price is right Come on they say the South 'bout to fall
better keep buy me/ or bring out that bad guy in me/ u don't want that/ man they say the squad is too hot/ dey say it still be hot during August and July
bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow Can't ain't even
ever fall agian I'm history So I'm a keep everything low so they cant get to me 3 strikes nigga [Chorus] 3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 3 strikes you fall
cubicle in the mall You gon' need another processor, To process it, I'll set it I said it! So keep running around hot headed Till you get hot leaded Till
worst case I'll be back in four years just to run again now I be the running man I deliver goods don't cater shits hot. Someone turn up the A.C Slater
and she moves swiftly Yo, take Atlantic City trips While niggas backin no hood round they lips My team is stackin chips We push the hot whips, keep they
you sell drugs? (Ha) Why you a thug? (Ha) Why do fools always seem to fall in love with (Ha) More advances than technology Every day I stack chips, whether
got to say it, I can see it on your lips, please Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put that in your mouth And keep my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH
despondent out the Westside Not be along for the ride but it's only for the trees That's right, so peep the shot And if I get it hot, baby, I'ma rock