1, 2, 3

Lyrics

(Verse 1-Buckshot)
 Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G
 With the Mac by my lap and they envy
 The fact that they can't see me
 Dippin' through the traffic, I'm relaxin', smokin' black with ease
 Now my cell phone ringin', it's a breezy
 Let me see, yep, it's this chick I just met and won't let me breathe
 Fuck that, my mind on my movement
 'Cause when your money stop, they get dumbfounded and do this
 "Who this nigga next to me?"
 Like you give checks to me, nigga, it's respect to me
 Let them niggas step to me and I'll handle my biz first
 Then call up my team and they'll handle they biz worse
 This shirt that I wear on my back
 Represent every vocalist you hear on these tracks
 Nigga, and everywhere that I steer my gat
 I steer my whips and you hear where we at, nigga
 (Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah))
 I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
 (And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns
 The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)
 I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
 (And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro
 The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)
 (Verse 2-Sean Price)
 Listen, kick drum, snare and hi-hat
 I pitch jums around here, pa, don't try that
 Louis Satchmo, pull the tool, let the gat blow
 Melon pop, taco meat, extra tobasco
 Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat
 For talkin' dumb, but they all love it when Ruck speak
 Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E
 Probably fuck freaks that you've seen on BET
 Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap
 So it hurt when I piss, this verse is the shit
 Sean is a beast, you can hear me holler at the full moon
 Columbine High, settin' fire to school rooms
 No way, Jose Canseco
 Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o
 Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those
 Niggas at the dice game frontin' with bankrolls
 (Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah))
 I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
 (And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns
 The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)
 I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
 (And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro
 The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)
 (Verse 3-Tek)
 Now everybody is a hustler, grind to get money
 Remember these same people broke and bummy
 Askin' me for ones, being real hyphy
 You spendin' all the Grant's and givin' Jackson's to wifey
 Now I got haters wantin' to ice me
 I gotta be careful 'fore they secret indict me
 And make me a Mountaineer like West VA boys
 Can't do no crime since I tatted my face boy
 I'll be dead in a lineup, givin' a time-up
 Twenty five-to-life, where I sign up?
 But I'm straight, my flight, they even need me
 On the ground at nine, that's more time to grind
 (Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah))
 I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
 (And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns
 The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones)
 I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd
 (And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro
 The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)
 

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Duration
04:05
Key
7
Tempo
86 BPM

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