3 Card Molly Lyrics - Ras Kass

Ras Kass) 

What, yeah, yeah 

Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof 

with my nigga Bud'da, on the track 

Golden State Warriors. 

Eatin every rapper on the plate 

Huh, feel me 

I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh 

on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens 

Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven 

Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin 

Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano 

Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald 

I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers 

My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha 

When I get at cha, the situation tenses 

Fatality before you ever reach your senses 

Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences 

like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess 

If you lookin for sympathy, you better look 

between R and T, in the fucking dictionary 

See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn' 

Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin 

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Chorus: repeat 2X 

(RK) Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it 

(GS) Golden State, number one with a bullet 

(XZ) It's three card molly 

(RK) Will they ever stop? 

(XZ) Probably not 

(SN) Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop 

(Saafir the Saucee Nomad) 

The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics 

A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience 

And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner 

that sails/sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual 

Fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak 

I eat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby 

You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy 

Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity 

For the lowest point in my character 

I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock 

like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube 

Been this way since I was fourteen 

And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme 

Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay 

I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip 

Never write rhymes with slim fingertips 

Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower 

Keep tryin to go gold 

but all you're gettin is a golden shower 

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Chorus: repeat 2X 

(RK) Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it 

(GS) Golden State, number one with a bullet 

(XZ) It's three card molly 

(RK) Will they ever stop? 

(XZ) Probably not 

(SN) Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop 

(Xzibit) 

Look, now if it wasn't for the West 

These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest 

Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive 

So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised 

Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us 

I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion 

We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue 

Put you on the spot to put you on the menu 

Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot 

Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop 

Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop 

Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin 

Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you 

to the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got 

Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk 

That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk 

Chorus: repeat 2X 

(RK) Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it 

(GS) Golden State, number one with a bullet 

(XZ) It's three card molly 

(RK) Will they ever stop? 

(XZ) Probably not 

(SN) Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop