Cappadonna - Three Knives lyrics

rate me

Let's mosey. (Yeah, Yo)

See me son, I'm secular rap, I'm second to none

They call me 3rd Diglah, Respect me dun

It's been a long time coming but I'm here now

Make way I got no time for your funny style

Fake ways, Jake prey on us but we duck down, Stay low

Gats don't sit in the pocket money, Cause they blow

Aaaa-Ohh, Who got a problem with mouth and they go

Keep talking rip you apart, Like you was Legos

I tangle for the cash my flash is something furious

Yea-Yo is the path, I get cash for rapping serious

Stay low with the crabs while my swag keep cabbies curious

I'm smacking on these fags and the game envy is serious

Me and my camp low, Move out like a stamp go

All around the World and I-yi-yi-yi, I spit that gat flow

Nobody never told you how I be the building

And burning piff with my niggas and a couple of children

Getting gwap, Tryna stack my cheese, Nigga please

This is fairy boat Lo, That be shooting the breeze

You know my O-U-T fit nice on, My boys they whyle out

And blam when they lifting they right arm

All up in the ghetto in night bombs, I right wrongs

I'm House Gang just like an urban icon

Catch me on a bus with my chain and my ice on

I'm looking real yes like I'm getting my fight on

I'm nine-eleven, Who be throwing them pipe bombs

A nigga from the Stat that be making his rights wrong

You know the kid hard, Never do light songs

I roll with the Stones but on the road them white cons

Lingerer zoo part two with a nice blonde

Fuck around say something, You end up your life's gone

New York City, Power-ffinalia

We come through where the feds'll tell ya

We the largest rap group that ever lived

Shaolin for the kids

Round house, Black belts, And beards

Verrazano Bridge talk, Moon walk

Thrity-six clips of hard shit, Hard bricks

New York City and Shaolin, Niggas'll get hit with hard licks

Throw your towel in, Five niggas whyle'n

Nigga we keep on style'n, Cut em up into a half a gallon

More money, More murder, It's the beat swerver

Diglah with the fly handle, I break beats down and I dismantle

Anyone of ya'll niggas'll get shot, My mic is the glock

Words'll pop in your head like various speed knots

Come on with it, Come on get it, Long did-ick

Cappadon of the fat outfits, crazy fitted

Straight Park Hill, Bark is I'll, Sparkling grill

Niggas with the hood shit, Taste the skill

Shaolin slash Wu-Tang, Darts'll bang

Never forget where you come from, Respect my game

Yo let's move, We gotta be out, one