3 Stacks lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah
Old school Pt.2 feel it
The realest, who be the realest?
That's how we do it, man!
We run through it, n*gga

[Prodigy]
I'm the number one insane rapper mix CD stabba'
Your album was doo-doo, I threw it out the passenger
The number one crapta, the 8, the 12, the 16, 22's and 23's
Sometimes I could blow a little steam
I got alot on my chest but I keep it quiet, so I don't blow the steam
Get 'em everytime, my millitary bars, will leave a permanent mark on ya brain
The comeback kid, to see you get your ass whooped!
Mad witnesses, these n*ggas mad shook!
I don't have a clue, why he chose to speak on my name, when you know I'm gon' shoot
You know I'm gon' crack yo' face, when you see me in the place I'm a dangerous person
Behind the rope, poppin' off with the girl
You got the ratchet in the car
I got the ratchet on my person!

[Hook]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hats!
(X2)
It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
When it's on it go pop!
(x2)

[Big Twin]
Yo, it been a long time since I sold a dime on a dime
This sh*t too hot whoa!
Its poppin' uptown when I used to see Flaco
Now back to the block hollerin' 'I got those'
I got those in every state, like the same amount of snitches that you got in your face
I'mma make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood
sh*t changed, dunn the ladies say that I'm no good
I smoke wood, to get high till we pass out
Cash over b*tches, that's how we ride out
I''a G, rep QBC, with a fully on my back, kid. Who want beef?
Loose teeth over bullsh*t, you want that?
I'mma crazy motherf*cker' beat you down with a bat
It's 'Big Twin' if you don't know, you betta' recognize!
I'm not the one to f*ck with, I'm down to catch a homicide, YEAH!

[Hook]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hats!
(X2)

It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
When it's on it go pop!
(x2)
[Prodigy]
Ferrari Testarossa, I start the motor
Go from New York to South Dakota
When I was a kid I drank beer, not Soda!
Never hit the girls if they panties had the odor
You put my songs for sale and I'm a good earner
And I shot ya man, so I could test my burner
My 223's spit, flyin' down the VanWyck
When I'm in Queens, I make sure I see my man Twin
When I'm in Brooklyn, I holla at G
Love to see the girls ass-naked in the Tee
Take her to the crib, turn on the flat-screen
My couch is Gucci, sit ya ass next to me

[Hook]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
And a pocket full of hats!
(X2)

It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
When it's on it go pop!
(x2)