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Correct 3 Card Molly Lyrics
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C-Rayz Walz
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Correct 3 Card Molly
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Word up, I ain't forget y'all, yeah Doug [C-Rayz Walz] Four to five times, dum-dums blast In the chest of my brother, that breath was the last One I don't believe it, my heart need a cast I told him, get out that lane, cause it was too fast Ain't it time to, cut these yellow lines, the Show must go on I got his younger brother on my mind Cash tragic, wish I knew magic tricks I'd bring it back to the physical script And dreams is broke, he got smoked for coke - in the Form of rock What it made worse, he was on his own block At the funeral, I cried then laughed At the same time, my wrath, had me happy and sad To reminisce, off his unique funnyness Adds up to this, his life was a gift To be back, the memories from days of way back Before, Crips or gats, colored tops and graf We thought, bikes was fat, and girls was whack They said you died black, but I don't believe that 'Member that time I took the shit in the train station And you said the cops was comin, but you was just Playin Right after we robbed that crackhead fams That was back in the day, but damn We both had the, high-top, fades like Kane and We was fiendin for them Nike Airs on Fordham Road It don't make sense, how you was gone And it don't make rent, how I don't get paid for this Song But it make rent, in my pocket when I pull 'em out And it make me, wanna go and... Yo I feel like blastin myself, cause my pops is gone This ain't nothin goin on, but the stocks and bonds Lost in the ocean of life, provokin the strife Couldn't see the day, with the motion of night [Chorus - repeat 2X] Off on the road, 3 card molly Fuckin up the icey man in front of everybody Bx, the place I was from Bx, man I loved that slum [C-Rayz Walz] And Ms. Rios, sorry that I dissed your flag And when Ty got shot, he had to shit in a bag But that's okay, cause Ra lay, on the same corner On the same ave, where I sold, marijuana And Ms. Carolyn, was a nosy neighbor Mr. Sack was screamin loud, but that was the days Of a angry sick juvenile, mentality Not nice on the mic, but niggaz ain't wanna battle me Cause the knuckle game was Chuck Norris The gun was enchanted, enterin a buck-buck forest Without the dollars, more lies that Morris You know how it go, for con artists I remember block parties and, 22's And light and serious and, a funny crew And Jabu I miss you, when you died I was upset Couldn't know how it felt, to be a Vietnam vet To hear bombs goin off in your ear, with big Metallica And now we in the streets and the jails is like Galaga They got your dna sample Plus they got your female in the house trampled {*sounds*} is the hell of the train station I try to move out, leave the pain vacant But it stay here, and it stays there Bust out, stray shots, there's no fear [Chorus:]
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