Fabolous - Death Comes In 3's lyrics

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R.I.P to the competition

I heard that death come in 3s

I heard that death come in 3s

I heard that death come in 3s

(There is no competition 3)

The-the grill, the-the-the grill

The-the grill, the-the...

The-the grill, the-the-the grill

The-the grill, the-the-the...

I think by now that you and I know

And if you don't,

The motto in my hood is "Do or Die", ho

That just means you do or you die, but you decide though

Writing shit about me? Now thats a suicide note

I should drive a black hearse, with a suicide do'

Nickname that shit "Coffin Car", but keep your room inside though

Lights on, day time, and I usually ride slow

We on that "Boys II Men", its so hard to say goodbye, "Flow"

Hop out in that all black, they like, "Who just died, bro?"

I say the competition, but they ain't look too surprised though

They be talkin sideways, keep that to a side note

An L.A bitch, that ain't my fault, she wanna be crucified, yo

Jesus Christ, he's just nice.....

Wait, I ain't say that right.....He's just Niiiice

And I heard that death comes in 3s,

Someone please, come get these,

Little rapping bumblebees

Had they buzz, now its gone,

That how it usually come n leaves

They was hot, I was cool, enough of that summer breeze

Some of these,

Niggas say shit, I tell em don't mumble please

Keep uppin' your gums, I will show you bitches gum disease

You know somebody hatin', give em this number, please

The number is, 1-800-Hum-On-These

Killed it once, killed it twice, usually I just come n flees

Killed it for a third time, (cuz I heard, "Death Comes In 3s")

Well, I'm back and I'm prompt, nigga

Arrogant and so pumped, nigga

In my world ain't shit free, there is no comp, nigga

Ridin round with my Bronx nigga

Who wanna come n romp nigga?

Can't kick a man when he down?

They ain't say we cant stomp niggas

Flashlights, candles, be prepared for this black out

Black shoes, black suits, black skirt, black blouse

Car service, black 'Lac's

Couple racks in my black slacks

Dime bitch, Ace of Spade, I should be yellin' out Blackjack

BBM in my black Bold, yo bm in my black rose

She look like Ms Universe and I'm 'bout to be in that blackhole

Get my nut, then fade to black


On the roll, we got the Heat, just imagine D-Wade and Black

You wanna play dumb? Black, thats cool

I'ma play HBCU, you can get yo black ass schooled

Welcome to the Funeral University

Death comes in the 3s, this the third CD

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