Three Black Boys Lyrics - Singles - Zangba Thomson

There's gonna be more 

Like you never seen before 

More action 

More excitement 

More everything 

Verse 1 

Three Black Boys snuck in a black door 

Ski mask on means they want doe 

By any means their guns gon blow 

Red eyes means they were high on dro 

A small little store they was out to rob 

A walk in the park wouldn't be this job 

The barrel of a gun stuck in his face 

"Old man what's the combination to the safe?" 

Said the tall one, cause he had skills 

He wouldn't hesitate before he kills 

The man got shook so he prayed to God 

The butt of a gun struck him so hard 

Fell face first on the floor he bled 

"So now tell me how we gonna get this bread?" 

Said the short one maybe five foot six 

Blood on his kicks, caught in the mix 

Chorus 1 

Stick Up kids is out to tax 

(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys) 

Three Black Boys Throw ya hands up 

Stick up Kids throw ya hands up 

(Three Black Boys, Three Black Boys Three Black Boys) 

Three Black Boys throw ya hands up 

Verse 2 

The old man died right where he laid 

The three boys had a dream to get paid 

Now how they gonna get the doe in the safe? 

"If you know what I know we gotta flee the place," 

Said the fat one, with gold on his teeth 

Pee'd in his brief he was shook like a leaf 

The next thing you know, the old man's son 

From not too far the son bust his gun 

He took out one, he took out two 

Now tell me what the tall kid suppose to do? 

He shot back ones and the son did drop 

No chance at all the bullet hit his top 

Crime didn't pay for this stick-up kid 

Murder in the first he was facing a bid 

Started to think, "What is he gon do, 

Bounce O.T. or hide out for a few?" 

Chorus 2 

Stick Up kids is out to tax 

(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys) 

Three Black Boys Throw ya hands up 

Stick up Kids throw ya hands up 

(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys) 

Three Black Boys (He might never get to Heaven) 

Verse 3 

He had to get away, by any means 

Necessary cause he had blood on his jeans 

No time to waste he must flee the scene 

He walked out hard with a gangsta lean 

But not too far was the getaway car 

Never would he be trapped behind bars 

He stepped on the gas, peeled off fast 

But suddenly he felt a shotgun blast 

It shook up the car, cops on his tail 

One thing he knew he wasn't going to jail 

He didn't have a lawyer to eat the case 

That's why he took them on a high-speed chase 

Ran from the law the best way he saw 

His gun was one thing that he could draw 

So right there and then he stopped the car 

Never would he be trapped behind bars 

Chorus 3 

Stick Up kids is out to tax 

(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys) 

Three Black Boys Throw ya hands up 

Stick up Kids throw ya hands up 

(Three Black Boys Three Black Boys Three Black Boys) 

Three Black Boys throw ya hands up 

Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up 

Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up 

Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up 

Throw ya hand up and freeze 

Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up 

Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up 

Throw ya hand up, throw ya hand up 

Throw ya hand up and freeze 

Ah huh yeah 

(Rated R) 

Zangba