Prince - Throw Them 3's (Boston n***az) lyrics

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Prince - Throw Them 3's (Boston n***az) lyrics

[Benzino] Benzino, unhh! Throw 'em up Up here in the 6-1-7 Ray Benzino Yo, k**a tactics [K.T.] Yo, why y'all n***as wanna test me, I'm out your division I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison Listen, you ain't gangsta, k**a Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44 Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ Have n***as face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm Think something sweet with me, try me And watch how fast I rash on n***as like poison ivy Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk I thump on a n***a back like I kick 'em between the trunk When Boston's in the house n***as head for the exit I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast [Prince] These n***as hatin my guts cuz I'm raking in bucks Havin straight parties with nothin but b**hes with C-cups Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow I got b**hes at my window, I get s** to go Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star [Smoke] n***as ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard? I'm tryin to get s**ed off in the Benz Coup Drop Tryin to have all my C'z n***as shoot for the stars My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm With the high beam sh** so frigid it won't visit Or put that n***a Jake up out of business You n***as know fast life, n***as blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid Now, if I don't leave a n***a and I see you cast up in the pod' To his motherf**ing mouth he ain't gotta have asthma I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle Got n***as yellin "break!" runnin different ways Like them b**h-n***as was comin out a 'hugem [Chorus: Benzino] My Boston n***as wanna ride Mattapan n***as gonna ride Roxbury n***as wanna ride Do you wanna ride? Tell me, do you wanna ride? South End n***as gonna ride [Throw 'em up] Hyde Park n***as wanna ride [Hangmen 3!] JP n***as gonna ride Do you wanna ride? [Un-hunh] Tell me, do you wanna ride? [What!] [Luv] The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous We rock the club all out, rock the bra Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty My n***as in the back, I don't think y'all heard me Bring ya a** in the front, get crunk and corrupt Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna f** [Weirdo] I've been known the toughest n***a, my pockets a size bigga Inch taller, n***a, don't f** with a true baller We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla? We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness f**in wit doe and twist ya co*k to ya casket Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it 38 Mag, I thump on f*ggots comin wit My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin [O.T.] It's that ba*tard child, small frame, heavy waist With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday n***as test the blaze, bullets move steady pace Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene I got a few n***as with me and they grills is mean Drunk pissy in the lobby, n***as shout in the Beam (Hello!) Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it A n***a take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish Rob Low and 'Zino, n***as ain't f**in wit it [Chorus 4x]