3 Card Molly Lyrics

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3 Card Molly Lyrics by C-Rayz Walz

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Word up, I ain't forget y'all, yeah Doug  
  
[C-Rayz Walz]  
Four to five times, dum-dums blast  
In the chest of my brother, that breath was the last one  
I don't believe it, my heart need a cast  
I told him, GET OUT THAT LANE, cause it was too fast  
Ain't it time to, cut these yellow lines, the  
show must go on I got his younger brother on my mind  
Cash tragic, wish I knew magic tricks  
I'd bring it back to the physical script  
And dreams is broke, he got smoked for coke - in the form of rock  
What it made worse, he was on his own block  
At the funeral, I cried then laughed  
At the same time, my wrath, had me happy and sad  
To reminisce, off his unique funnyness  
Adds up to this, his life was a gift  
To be back, the memories from days of way back  
Before, Crips or gats, colored tops and graf  
We thought, bikes was fat, and girls was whack  
They said you died black, but I don't believe that  
'Member that time I took the shit in the train station  
And you said the cops was comin, but you was just playin  
Right after we robbed that crackhead fams  
That was back in the day, but DAMN  
We both had the, high-top, fades like Kane and  
We was fiendin for them Nike Airs on Fordham Road  
It don't make sense, how you was gone  
And it don't make rent, how I don't get paid for this song  
But it make rent, in my pocket when I pull 'em out  
And it make me, wanna go and.. yo  
I feel like blastin myself, cause my pops is gone  
This ain't nothin goin on, but the stocks and bonds  
Lost in the ocean of life, provokin the strife  
Couldn't see the day, with the motion of night  
  
[Chorus x2]  
Off on the road, 3 card molly  
Fuckin up the icey man in front of everybody  
BX, the place I was from  
BX, man I loved that slum  
  
[C-Rayz Walz]  
And Ms. Rios, sorry that I dissed your flag  
And when Ty got shot, he had to shit in a bag  
But that's okay, cause Ra lay, on the same corner  
On the same ave, where I sold, marijuana  
And Ms. Carolyn, was a nosy neighbor  
Mr. Sack was screamin loud, but that was the days  
of a angry sick juvenile, mentality  
Not nice on the mic, but niggaz ain't wanna battle me  
Cause the knuckle game was Chuck Norris  
The gun was enchanted, enterin a buck-buck forest  
Without the dollars, more lies that Morris  
You know how it go, for con artists  
I remember block parties and, 22's  
And light and serious and, a funny crew  
And Jabu I miss you, when you died I was upset  
Couldn't know how it felt, to be a Vietnam vet  
To hear bombs goin off in your ear, with big Metallica  
And now we in the streets and the jails is like Galaga  
They got your DNA sample  
Plus they got your female in the house trampled  
{*sounds*} is the hell of the train station  
I try to move out, leave the pain vacant  
But it stay here, and it stays there  
Bust out, stray shots, there's no fear  
  
[Chorus]

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