3 Stacks

(feat. Twin Gambino)

Yeah yeah yeah

Old school Pt.2 feel it

The realest, who be the realest?

That's how we do it, man!

We run through it, nigga

[Prodigy:]

I'm the number one insane rapper mix CD stabba'

Your album was doo-doo, I threw it out the passenger

The number one crapta, the 8, the 12, the 16, 22's and 23's

Sometimes I could blow a little steam

I got alot on my chest but I keep it quiet, so I don't blow the steam

Get 'em everytime, my millitary bars, will leave a permanent mark on ya brain

The comeback kid, to see you get your ass whooped!

Mad witnesses, these niggas mad shook!

I don't have a clue, why he chose to speak on my name, when you know I'm gon' shoot

You know I'm gon' crack yo' face, when you see me in the place I'm a dangerous person

Behind the rope, poppin' off with the girl

You got the ratchet in the car

I got the ratchet on my person!

[Hook: x2]

3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks

And a pocket full of hacks!

[x2:]

It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop

When it's on it go pop!

[Big Twin:]

Yo, it been a long time since I sold a dime on a dime

This shit too hot whoa!

It's poppin' uptown when I used to see Flaco

Now back to the block hollerin' 'I got those'

I got those in every state, like the same amount of snitches that you got in your face

I'm a make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood

Shit changed, dunn the ladies say that I'm no good

I smoke wood, to get high till we pass out

Cash over bitches, that's how we ride out

Ia G, rep QBC, with a fully on my back, kid. Who want beef?

Loose teeth over bullshit, you want that?

I'm a crazy motherfucker' beat you down with a bat

It's 'Big Twin' if you don't know, you betta' recognize!

I'm not the one to fuck with, I'm down to catch a homicide, YEAH!

[Hook: x2]

3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks

And a pocket full of hacks!

[x2:]

It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop

When it's on it go pop!

[Prodigy:]

Ferrati Testarossa, I start the motor

Go from New York to South Dakota

When I was a kid I drank beer, not Soda!

Never hit the girls if they panties had the odor

You put my songs for sale and I'm a good earner

And I shot ya man, so I could test my burner

My 223's spit, flyin' down the VanWyck

When I'm in Queens, I make sure I see my man Twin

When I'm in Brooklyn, I holla at G

Love to see the girls ass-naked in the Tee

Take her to the crib, turn on the flat-screen

My couch is Gucci, sit ya ass next to me

[Hook: x2]

3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks

And a pocket full of hacks!

[x2:]

It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop

When it's on it go pop!