death comes in 3’s lyrics – fabolous

r.i.p to the compet*tion
i heard that death come in 3s
i heard that death come in 3s
i heard that death come in 3s
(there is no compet*tion 3)

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i think by now that you and i know
and if you don’t,
the motto in my hood is “do or die”, ho
that just means you do or you die, but you decide though
writing sh*t about me? now thats a suicide note
i should drive a black he*rs*, with a suicide do’
nickname that sh*t “coffin car”, but keep your room inside though
lights on, day time, and i usually ride slow
we on that “boys ii men”, its so hard to say goodbye, “flow”
hop out in that all black, they like, “who just died, bro?”
i say the compet*tion, but they ain’t look too surprised though
they be talkin sideways, keep that to a side note
an l.a b*tch, that ain’t my fault, she wanna be crucified, yo
jesus christ, he’s just nice…..
wait, i ain’t say that right…..he’s just niiiice
and i heard that death comes in 3s,
someone please, come get these,
little rapping b*mblebees
had they buzz, now its gone,
that how it usually come n leaves
they was hot, i was cool, enough of that summer breeze
some of these,
n*gg*s say sh*t, i tell em don’t mumble please
keep b*mpin’ your gums, i wish all you b*tches gum disease
you know somebody hatin’, give em this number, please
the number is, 1-800-hum-on-these
killed it once, killed it twice, usually i just come n flees
killed it for a third time, (cuz i heard, “death comes in 3s”)
well, i’m back and i’m prompt, n*gg*
arrogant and so pumped, n*gg*
in my world ain’t sh*t free, there is no comp, n*gg*
ridin round with my bronx n*gg*
who wanna come n romp n*gg*?
can’t kick a man when he down?
they ain’t say we cant stomp n*gg*s
flashlights, candles, be prepared for this black out
black shoes, black suits, black skirt, black blouse
car service, black ‘lac’s
couple racks in my black slacks
dime b*tch, ace of spade, i should be yellin’ out blackjack
bbm in my black bold, yo bm in my black rolls
she look like ms universe and i’m ’bout to be in that blackhole
get my nut, then fade to black
damier the grey to black
on the road, we got the heat, just imagine d-wade and black
you wanna play dumb? black, thats cool
i’ma play hbcu, you can get yo black *ss schooled
welcome to the funeral university
death comes in the 3s, this the third cd

/ fabolous lyrics