[Big Noyd]
Yo son word is bond done,
Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
I`m going to court for three cases in three places
One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn
The way things is looking I`m `ma see central bookings
Facing 3, 3 to 9`s is mad time
After reconcurrence for assault 2 nines
I gotta maintain `cause stress on the brain
Can lead to a motherfuckin suicide thing
And plus my probation a ill violation
How the fuck did I get in this tight situation?
I`m going all out you know moves I never fake
And fuck the jake they can catch me at my wake
And if I die, burn a bag of blake
Put the lye in the air sometimes I just don`t care
[Prodigy]
Son I got plans, power movements, get on some real shit
I keep living like this I might loose it
My man is coming home from doing long ass bids
What up Kiko? I ain`t seen your ass since we was kids
It`s all strange my nigga`s locked down thinking long range
And see their names in the Daily news third page
Send a kite to my nigga Killa
It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squila
A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bing
Reclined, and still came home with a shine
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