[Big Noyd: accapella]

Sometimes I wish I have three different faces

I'm going to court for three cases - in three places

One in Queens, Manhattan, one in Brooklyn

The things is lookin' I'ma see send ya bookings

Facing three, three the nines - it's mad time

After wreck a confor, sawin' two nines

I gotta maintain, 'caus stress on the brain

Can lead to a motherfucking suicide thang

And plus my probation - a ill violation

How the fuck did I get in this tight situation

I'm going all out, you know moves I never fake

And fuck the jake, they can catch me at my wake

And if I die, burnin' back a blade

Put the lot in the air, sometimes I just don't car