#Album #3BG #3BGluv #3BGFOREVER #3BGORGANIZATION #3BGARMY #3BGTHUNION #3BGNATION #MHG ( Intro ) A'ight, this that first track of the first album. Got down to 3.B.G's bidness, I keep playin' chess while you sufferin' from dizziness, but was the one whose words became venomous. Yeah ! ( Verse 1 ) Bitch havin' a puff at a pipe like in the movies You suck up a soggy dick like an old-timer I'll slap a snooty mothafucka even she be so groovy Still nothin' but I burn the midnight oil cuz I'm Comin' with a fuckin' extraordinary ability Deep through the Hip-Hop, bring me some ditty I ain't let a fuck-stick toss my whole salad So I take my time to gang up against you for a dumb witty Like story, not hoary, wanna go get the glory Forgot to say a letter-bomb from the outlawry Showed up on the first day with a bucket of smelly potpourri That take out yo lust? Or maybe cause trouble? Anything to say? Or bills to be paid? Lookin' like the fools havin' 'em all cocked up, not for the rainy day Everyday I have to face so many punk people With their fake love, behavin' like they are so friendly شهر میشه پر از گرگای وحشی It was meant that city full of fuckin' wild wolves Don't be too scared, I just wanna play golf You think Imma cheat ? Y'all see what it be . Is this the end? Cuz I'm gettin' really awful tired of the fuckin' haters, tired as hell ( Verse 2 ) Guys die in the middle game, not to have a level head Let's let the bitch mutter away to myself Don't know why I be gettin' muzzy of the broken sled Game's spinnin' on my head, just lemme get it fed Chumps are choppin' up, poppin' up on the first minute Like they fed-up of the work, they just took it from the shelter Blood through the nib of pen gonna bring a real dread Z got snared and a plant fuckin' got glared So I just started writin' for the whole day DM Lil-to-the-Nast wanna talk in private Sponge Bob loadin' his gun up on the island Listen to the rookie, ayo Petrix Pour some baby powder into her throat So tell me how you feel about that though Imma stop usin' this, no more gettin' doped More like punishment, make yo mommy lope Wait a minute bitch lemme take a movement Diggin' you a grave with a rusty old shovel but I'm Prolly like a lotta boys lookin' for a betterment I ain't done here so let's take a rest ( Bridge ) 1, 2, 3, you'll be on your knees Already said I ain't fuckin' done here Need to gas it up and pack it up ( Verse 3 ) Winter gives a bad goose-flesh, tryna warm up myself Goddamn it fire place ain't workin' good enough Fix it up instead of gorgin' yourself with that huge meat I'm gettin' cold as fuck My boy JJ said that Rap Fame lookin' dry Nowadays homies gettin' used to havin' 'em thingz popped up I'm about to dump the junk shit Like I done before but it's time to hit that low Gonna get it straight, gotta get that plate Wanna run off from the gloomy room, just I have to coordinate This the main thing that I just wanna originate Yeah, who told you, you can call me a little gunfighter gettin' beaten up on the stage, cuz you lost yo gamble Little goofy, stop showin' impurity For the last time, you're practically into nudity Ain't never seen no scorchin' stuff like that Pigs might fly, I'll scoop up a LP album Like every single rapper did it for once LIFE changes, ROOKIE'S all done (lil outro-goodbying) Listen to the rookie, listen to the rookie, rookie ay ay ay ay ay