Songtexte:
3 Out Of 5

the show And that was sweet But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out

one I need, I just wanna be with you Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go Say you0ll roll out of your block If you leave me you're out of your mind

was born 1980 September 3rd thats the day checks come out and vics gets served so you know I got the blood of a hustla in my vain my daddy had 3 brother

Ain't that a shame now I gotta bring out the beast in me I'm a jack so I gotta bring out the kid in me Act to flack of the 3 OD Clowns should've done

till the mutha fuccin end every lass flow i make yal trend throwing up hits throwing up shit till my lass song now im gone(fades out)x2 3rd verse and

me to except her as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone

don't reach us [Verse 8: 50 Cent] When that window roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze your lil hand gun till you run out And you can run

Baltimore Crabs AMBER With you perfect ammunition. VELMA Let me show you how you Mommy dear took out tha competition. Girls, go down, boys lets ramba! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

[Chorus] [Verse 3:] Rule #1: Always stay true Rule #2: Respect who respect you Rule #3: Pray for a sign Rule #4: God is the only one that comes before yo momma Rule #5