Chords for Notorious BIG Feat. Wu-Tang Clan - 3 Bricks (Acapella)

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agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra.
Go to room 112, tell them Blanco sent ya.
Feel the strangers, if no money exchanges, I got these kids in Rangers to leave them niggas brainless.
All they told is stainless, you just remainers.
Calm as possible, make the deal go through.
If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do.
Please make your killings clean, slugs up in between.
They eyes like true lies, kill them and flee the scene.
Just bring back the coke or the cream, or else your life is on the shelf.
We mean this frank, them cats we fucking with put bombs in your mom's gas tank.
Let's get this money baby.
They shady, we get shady.
Dress up like ladies and burn them a dirty 380s, then they come to kill our babies.
That's all out.
I got gats that blow the wall out.
Clear them all out.
Fuck the fallout.
Word to stretch, I bet they pussy.
The seven digits push me, fucking real.
Here's the deal.
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece.
Enough to cop six, buy the house on the beach.
Supply the peeps with jeeps, brick a piece.
Capisce?
Everybody getting cream, no one consider the leech.
Think about it now, that's damn near 1.5.
If I kill them all, I'll be set for life.
Frank, pay attention, these motherfuckers is henchmen.
Renegades, if you die, they still get paid.
Extra probably.
Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss.
Promise you won't rob them, I promise.
But of course, you know I have my fingers crossed.
Niggas got to die.
If I go, they got to go.
Niggas got to die.
Let a hundred shots float.
Niggas got to die.
Cause it's all up in the scrolls.
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks.
Live kid.
If I go, they got to go.
Niggas got to die.
Let a hundred shots float.
Niggas got to die.
Cause it's all up in the scrolls.
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks.
Live kid.
We up in the lesbian.
Two Spanish, one Arab lady, laying on the bed looking like a drag
Had the pillow cuff, looking at me and Frank, her grill was rough
Who would ever think she'd rather do us up, but that's the business
Back to the city, all these Puerto Rican kids with pistols
Doing sign languages, twitching noses, asking where the money at
Yo, where the coke at, papi?
We could do this all day
Yo, y'all both whack, they pulled out, one of my dumb soldiers was wooed out
They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth, walked him up in the crib
Big move, but they grabbed the kid, had the shotty on my beehive
My wig, and yo, they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw
Yo, you gon' talk or see your brains on the floor
That's when 67 masked men came in blasting
Yo, all I heard was Frank, Lexi, get the roll
Niggas got to die, if I go, they got to go
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
_ Cause it's all up in the scrolls, catch a body on the bridge
Three bricks, live kid, if I go, they got to go
Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
Niggas got to die, cause it's all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks
Yo, niggas bleed just like us, but leave my pipe bust
If he holding the right amount of cheese, I might rush the spot
Up early in the morning, kick the door and wave the four and fuck the brawling
Cause Tony for the stalling, and all I see is dollar signs
Here's the bottom line, either give up the product or get shot up with a Brolic 9
Invest figures to address niggas, fuck working out
All I curl is my index finger
Gotta say that hold more notes than Cortex Singers
My workers move trays, serve them up like gourmet dinners
When it comes to cutting that coke, who got the best trimmers
Edward Scissorhands, them Grimms niggas, respect winners
I got them big spenders coming through hourly competition
We knock them out the box powerfully, still drop an ill verse on the D.I. me
You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I..G. nigga _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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