Lyrics:
Three Pieces In Old Style

or three bomber than purple chronic in Phillies From the G4, to the limo, to the penthouse on South Beach Since I fucking keep my name out your mouth piece

it out We just wanna li'l piece, you know what I'm sayin'? We ain't goin' loopy, we're goin' freaky We gonna funk it, track for track Dangerous Crew style

whoa You know my style, I be spendin' they cash And I'll show their little dick some celebrity ass And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them

like freak nasty Pullin' niggaz on the floor, dance nasty as you wanna Rub a dub, dub, lap dance in the corner Same old shit, same old hits, same old click, same old

bless, we hit up, automatic love The Cuban link niggaz is the realest Let my wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges We put it down, Columbian style, with three

come from up above I give the mic a tug, I give the world a hug I give the skies a kiss, I give suckers a kiss Some people like my old styles better

and the Bronx old warehouse clear it out L's with my liquor sounds sew a helluva whisper Gasing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old

like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile I'm sellin' my piece to these tricks

'm a Reese's with all the pieces Or the Alomnd with the Joy, ten years from a boy When I work out Puba go see Roy's Next to thirty three, where Stud lives