Letra 1, 2, 3 Buddy

1, 2, 3

Chka-chka-chkahhh (one, to the two, to the two, to the
three)
LDT, Layzie Bone (to the 7, 7, the 7, 7, the 7 we say)

1 for the (shine) 2 for the
3 for the (family)
4 for the, 5 for the
6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

Skull and crossbones, been Layzie when the Shop Boyz was
babies
I was +Partyin Like a Rock Star+ in a hot car in the 80's
Can't play me, I'm crazy, I wish a nigga would
Snatch a nigga by his flesh and really represent the hood
Now the night is mine, I've been all around the globe
Chasin this money, doin them shows, playa I carry the whole
load
See my family is my everythang, my money take care
everythang
These nuts I let 'em hang, can't nobody do it better mayne
What's understood don't need to be explained, never
Ask Ronny to tell ya, I'm on a whole 'nother level
I do it cause I'm the shit-shit, you son of a bitch, I'mrich
How many times I got to tell these niggas to stay up off the
dick?
We too big types for fist-fights, wanna start shit, how you
been tight
My niggas is known to up pipe, squeeze on niggas like "Fuck
life"
What I shine dawg, I'mma grind dawg, I remind y'all again
I don't do this to be famous, I do it for my kids

1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)
3 for my family cause my babies got to know
4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)
6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)
3 for my family cause my babies got to know
4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)
6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

Wheels spinnin dippin, all runaway slaves in white linen
Flourescent blue, that's for the Titans, nigga we get in
Christ-like, crisis, isis; we are the righteous
I'm fightin for the breath of our lightnin, aw yeah
Sweat that, technique, never that, ready set go
Gangsta you know I shed tears as my shotguns steadily go
blow
As we lift up off the flo'
I smoke squares on the holy ground, hold it now, whoa
Forty more days to flip yo' mind, nigga you'll seek and
you'll find
We in the circumference in an abundance, my ambulances is
warning, I'm
Straight out no mushy pussy, way off to eat a tushy
We monster mash it, no cookies, fuck it homie we rookies
Understand it, don't get caught up in my looky-looky
Cocky niggas get shot, so nigga don't try to push me
Burn that, nigga you earned that, now learn that
Christ will fill you in the buildin, little Layzie turn that

1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)
3 for my family cause my babies got to know
4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)
6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

Talkin shit but I can back it up, these niggas ain't no
match for us
I been doin this shit so long man these niggas ain't got no
chance with us
A breath of fresh air, like I'm new in the league
LeBron James on these niggas; too much power, too much steam
Smoke good weed and cigarettes, like Young Nob' I'm still a
threat
I'm gone off that ol' shit, really y'all ain't seen nothin
yet
Listen to my battle cry, "Art of War" will never die
Roll with me you better ride, sucka shit'll never slide
One for the shine, two for the money
Give it back to my Heavenly Father, he the only one can take
it from me
Three for my family, four for they future
The only reason I give a fuck, otherwise I'd shoot ya
Five to stay alive, and six to keep grinding
Seven to get to heaven dawg, it's all about perfect timing
What's on my motherfuckin mind is this
These playa haters got me twisted, rewind it if ya missed it

1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)
3 for my family cause my babies got to know
4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)
6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)
3 for my family cause my babies got to know
4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)
6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

Hey, yeah, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll
Yeah, hey, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll
Hey, yeah, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll
Yeah, hey, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll