Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Three , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Rage & The Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.10.2016
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
Three |
| When you stay ready you ain’t gotta get ready, Parks |
| Understand that |
| Microphone check, it’s something new y’all rage |
| These views only prelude from the dude on stage |
| I’m old school, so my mind is in a New York state |
| Still feel like I’m the best rapper in the New York State |
| Though I’m a Jersey City product, we like two doors away |
| Maybe I’m just the best rapper whipping New York plates |
| Indeed it be the God |
| If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I |
| Young doing it my way, that’s Frank Sinatra |
| I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters |
| See me right in Hell’s Kitchen having drinks over pasta |
| Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early, |
| y’all hit the Daytons and Impalas |
| Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept saying «nada» |
| Emcees ain’t even bother, and I don’t know what’s truly worse |
| Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta move me first |
| You are now entering the mind of the sick |
| About as remarkable as it gets |
| Here’s what they think about you |
| Here’s what they think about you |
| You are now entering the mind of the sick |
| About as remarkable as it gets |
| Here’s what they think about you |
| Here’s what they think about you |
| Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right quick. |
| Now turn me up in my |
| headphones, let me get back on my rage shit right quick though. |
| But turn the |
| lights down in the booth, let’s do this real quick. |
| Look. |
| It go |
| Few years, weights up, still sleep, wake up |
| Bitches know the stakes up since I beat my case up |
| Hip hop shit list, look at these bastard men dress |
| I’m just taking back what’s owed, and adding interest |
| Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high |
| Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries |
| All this paraphilia versus my necrophilia |
| How are they record dealing ya? |
| I wasn’t ever feeling ya |
| This feeling equates professional weapon, can’t seal it, bruh |
| Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta millia |
| Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel like 30 is the new 40 |
| I bought 30 new 40s |
| A bitch moving pills get 30s to move off me |
| Just watch how you moving in Jersey, it’s too costly |
| And memory with candles is where the energy laying you |
| Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can handle |
| If you talking Slaughterhouse please refer to «SlaughterMouse» |
| Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll with mouth |
| Got you birds popping, it’s Korver or Kurt Warner mouse |
| And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the mouse |
| Used to take drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now |
| Smelled my man a soda, it’s teddy, I bridged the water’s mouth |
| Live from the Horror house, calling out |
| Done with all this drawing mouth |
| Duke with all the Terry Bradshaw about |
| Kill spree, cops should look after |
| Y’all be yelling free your mans, I yell at my man stop getting captured |
| And all my Irvington niggas over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron |
| You know we rock with the pastor, moment of silence |
| Put one in the air with me right quick. |
| Bruh, we love you, rest in peace. |
| All my Newark niggas what up? |
| All my niggas over at Chancellor, what’s good? |
| Surf, I see you, on neighborhood. |
| What up? |
| Anywhere there’s real niggas around, |
| I’m right at home. |
| Alright, bring my drums back in a minute. |
| I like this bass |
| though. |
| I don’t think that’s gonna change no time soon though |