Three fingers on a swollen hand beside a dented garbage can a blind man staring at something only he can see I spotted him like night sky plotted and
this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on the
sweet That nasty, that Gucci stuff Let me tell you what we gon' do Two plus two, I'm gon' undress you Then we're gonna go three and three You gon' undress
I gotta keep it close, in case shit gets hype Got a bitch in jail, she didn't snitch, she did three I'ma have to roll solo till they set her free 'Cause
Blue" Bland (blues singer) together we stand and fall on y'all ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball these days aint sh-t Young Money is I got mars bars three
, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three hundred mill
't wish it would When I come out, look out, I be sharper then a stick of wood I wish somebody would, I make somebody bleed I cut somebody like three
pink, don't waste it Mix up, grandma drank it, didn't taste it Now grandma sipping syrup leaning wasted Walking 'round fucked up twisting her finger
I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there? Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers
One, two, three, four Wakey, wakey, rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again Watch me fall like dominos In pretty patterns Fingers in the blackbird
explain It pulls on strings like falling in love Instant love, instant love Only you asked to go lower And don't you just know it Dead fingers falls
back Had him locked up like a Chinese finger trap Keep humping away, my wife and family thank you I'm about to explode, yo son me too Three way climax
week since we got to see Cheatin' lovers and cousins that marry Five days since they had the show With the hermaphrodite, the slut and the crack ho Three
refried Taco grande, Taco grande Well, there's not a taco big enough for a man like me That's why I order two or three Let me give you a tip, just
niggas don't understand me It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity (Verse Three) Pulled up in a Rider, trailer full of niggas Mack 10, Tech 9's, all with fingers
the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy And flunked outta school with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers
Sean Don nigga (But you found it mutherfucker) bitch I?m in, that no-smoke sec? rolling motherfucking ounces marijuana mountains, drinks you?re not pronouncing three
spy? A girl with ebony fire eyes. Soft and low do she cry. Now what could be such a source of pain? I so boldly inquire. Pointing finger Havana way, these three