3 Card Molly Lyrics

3 Card Molly lyrics

[Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the
Waterproof
with my nigga Bud'da, on the track
Golden State
Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me

I got
three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
on section eight, with multiple
one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to
heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name
Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like
Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli
verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation
tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers,
crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that
white princess
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
between R and
T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack
some ends, sippin Henn'
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of
kin

Chorus: repeat 2X

[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can't
pull it
[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet
[XZ] It's three card
molly
[RK] Will they ever stop?
[XZ] Probably not
[SN] Pull your spine
through your mouth and watch your body drop

[Saafir the Saucee
Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A
doctor, with a lot of patients/patience
And perseverance -- flows like an
ocean liner
that sails/sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual
Fly like a
flamingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat like Al Pacino, you don't
like me baby
You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my
properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my
character
I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
like the
Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I
was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of
Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I
lay
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim
fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin
to go gold
but all you're gettin is a golden
shower

Chorus

[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn't for the
West
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin
about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some
niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please
don't kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you
from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot
to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy
hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin
everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the
cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge
Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we
got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That's like
Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk

Chorus