The Prodigy - Three lyrics

Yo dun we got guns in the gra** Its three at night I'm about to take the last swallow of the EZus Jesus Who got fifty on the next tree We gotta stop at the store We need D batteries for the theme music Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn F**k a cab lets take cracked out Yolanda's Saab We gave that b**h two wibbles And skated off the a vehicle for that pillow All outside the borough dun What happened to Queens like Sutphin and 121 Farmers and 116th The got us on the BQE Just to get a taste of that greenery We took our smoke out to Coney Island posted up by the Himalaya Pina Colada Champales mixed with Dainey That's St. Ides in dun lingo Spillin it on the floor for our dead people While I spark the sequel My n***as got lungs When we smoke that sh** only go around once Dogs we just k**in time Somebody just got they sh** twist on the block f**king up the grind So til it pipe down We just going at the s*uts b**h we wanna f**k right now Cormega Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries A crackhead f**k spent his last bucks on six dimes I'm one gram from big time a spliff away from overdosin My heart is broken my man started smokin again P I heard the tunnel open again I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in Its time to load up the autos and semis I wish my n***a Spank was in the physical form of life I got my uptown Nikes thugged out and icy Mad deep Jumpin out the c**aine white Jeep Through with strugglin so I resume hustlin Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin Yo three in the morning and them Ds on the corner still Seems we was born to k** Yo P meet me on the hill So we can jet through Queens in SUVs And show these motherf**kers how we rep this thing Ya know