"Jordan 3s" lyrics
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Back then, you got got for your Jordan 3s
Either shoot or get shot for your Jordan 3s
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Black Cement Nike Air logo Jordan 3s
Camouflage army shorts and some Jordan 3s
Peep the plot of any Saturday kung fu matinee
Grandmaster betray with a smile over champagne
Toastin' with a snake tongue front to hide your hate
Knife behind your back, student turned to rival of the great
Cain and Abel situations off the Bible page
Brother backstab his own brother in the primal craze
Fuck out the way, my llamas spray like a tidal wave
Pistols crack at the pop, same sound that the vinyl make
Probably an idiot of no man am I afraid
Suicidal tendencies with homicidal traits
Knives and blades slice your face when you collide with apes
Your empire in flames, the fire rage homie, die in pain
Die a thousand deaths, resurrected and killed again and again
Empty your clip, put ten in your head
Russian Mafia belly BILLY, baked ziti spray it in graffiti
Lyrics on subway trains racing through the city
Glassine envelopes, chemicals to cut the dope
Bulletproof vest, a boxcutter to cut your throat
Shot in the head, bing bong in the bubble coat
Sunk your motherfuckin' boat, slump you with the pump and go
Boy George aura Brooklyn, the dish you cook in the kitchen
The brand that you trust, look at the pistol
Hustle and flip 'til we clutchin' a fistful
The gutters where we from but fuck it we made it blissful
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Back then, you got got for your Jordan 3s
Either shoot or get shot for your Jordan 3s
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Black Cement Nike Air logo Jordan 3s
Let the plug know I need another pair of 14s
Killers with blood diamonds in they eyes, smiles behind barrels
The mind is a weapon, my thoughts are cyanide arrows
They want to violate our freedom to the ninth power
William Cooper was sacrificed to a blind owl
Blind justice, no policies to favor us
Turn lemons to lemonade and angels into angel dust
Weed is legal in New York now, blaze it up
Right in front of a cop, is that shit strange or what?
Native New Yorker though I traveled the globe
Shouts to all my goons in Amsterdam, Paris, and Rome
Tapped in the zone over with this artwork, I spit pain
Percussion displayed that cut sharper than a switchblade
Supreme North Face parka and some Crysp jeans
Goofy stepped on him, shot the six at the Knicks game
Di Fara order 'round the corners like your father ordered
Like Dom Di Fara himself went shopping for the Pala D'Oro
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Back then, you got got for your Jordan 3s
Either shoot or get shot for your Jordan 3s
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Black Cement Nike Air logo Jordan 3s
Let the plug know I need another pair of 14s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Back then, you got got for your Jordan 3s
Either shoot or get shot for your Jordan 3s
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Black Cement Nike Air logo Jordan 3s
Camouflage army shorts and some Jordan 3s
Peep the plot of any Saturday kung fu matinee
Grandmaster betray with a smile over champagne
Toastin' with a snake tongue front to hide your hate
Knife behind your back, student turned to rival of the great
Cain and Abel situations off the Bible page
Brother backstab his own brother in the primal craze
Fuck out the way, my llamas spray like a tidal wave
Pistols crack at the pop, same sound that the vinyl make
Probably an idiot of no man am I afraid
Suicidal tendencies with homicidal traits
Knives and blades slice your face when you collide with apes
Your empire in flames, the fire rage homie, die in pain
Die a thousand deaths, resurrected and killed again and again
Empty your clip, put ten in your head
Russian Mafia belly BILLY, baked ziti spray it in graffiti
Lyrics on subway trains racing through the city
Glassine envelopes, chemicals to cut the dope
Bulletproof vest, a boxcutter to cut your throat
Shot in the head, bing bong in the bubble coat
Sunk your motherfuckin' boat, slump you with the pump and go
Boy George aura Brooklyn, the dish you cook in the kitchen
The brand that you trust, look at the pistol
Hustle and flip 'til we clutchin' a fistful
The gutters where we from but fuck it we made it blissful
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Back then, you got got for your Jordan 3s
Either shoot or get shot for your Jordan 3s
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Black Cement Nike Air logo Jordan 3s
Let the plug know I need another pair of 14s
Killers with blood diamonds in they eyes, smiles behind barrels
The mind is a weapon, my thoughts are cyanide arrows
They want to violate our freedom to the ninth power
William Cooper was sacrificed to a blind owl
Blind justice, no policies to favor us
Turn lemons to lemonade and angels into angel dust
Weed is legal in New York now, blaze it up
Right in front of a cop, is that shit strange or what?
Native New Yorker though I traveled the globe
Shouts to all my goons in Amsterdam, Paris, and Rome
Tapped in the zone over with this artwork, I spit pain
Percussion displayed that cut sharper than a switchblade
Supreme North Face parka and some Crysp jeans
Goofy stepped on him, shot the six at the Knicks game
Di Fara order 'round the corners like your father ordered
Like Dom Di Fara himself went shopping for the Pala D'Oro
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Back then, you got got for your Jordan 3s
Either shoot or get shot for your Jordan 3s
I was in the projects in my Jordan 3s
'88, copped my first pair of Jordan 3s
Black Cement Nike Air logo Jordan 3s
Let the plug know I need another pair of 14s
