Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3-5-4 (Tarrentino) , by - Sheek Louch. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
3-5-4 (Tarrentino) |
| A’yo four shots let off, black truck sped off |
| Big shit, tryna take a motherfuckin head off |
| A’yo hold up man, let me take y’all back to the begining |
| Let y’all know what happend that night, listen |
| I don’t even know these niggas hangin in front |
| Usually we woulda been asked them what do they want |
| What they came here for, this is 354 |
| What you tryna get some gas or some shit from the store |
| But nobody asked these motherfuckers what do they want |
| It was bitin, mad traffic, the first of the month |
| It was me, Chep, Bizzy and Hit |
| B. G. And Lickalone and yeah I think Earth was there and shit |
| And a few other niggas in and out of the buildin |
| Tryin to catch every sell but not to children |
| Got a sixty of that yack in the store in the back |
| Chep about to go home and get more of his pack |
| Jake ain’t fuckin wit us, what’s the miracle |
| Niggas moms ex heads now turn spiritual |
| Wanna preach to us talk about Christ |
| And how fuck sand, how he could bring the beach to us |
| That’s when I noticed niggas still outside |
| Hoody on with some shades like they tryna hide |
| So I cocked the hammer then I walked to 'em |
| No beef, just a friendly little talk to 'em |
| Listen |
| Here we go, yo whaddup money? |
| Yo whaddup |
| What y’all niggas waitin for somebody or somethin? |
| Yeah, why? |
| Nah nah, I’m sayin y’all niggas got on big hoodies and shit |
| Yaknahmean? |
| It’s my block out here daddy |
| I don’t need blood on this shit and all that |
| It’s all love, it’s all good |
| Aight, just checkin dog |
| A’yo, turns out these niggas is not from here |
| And they got blood on they hands while they drinkin a beer |
| They just robbed Dread and them niggas spot |
| I told 'em they gotta get up out of here, they makin it hot |
| That’s when four shots let off, a black truck sped off |
| Big shit, tryna take a motherfuckin head off |
| Bombaclot, no man rob me spot, everybody here feelin me Glock |
| They done put us in a mix now we gotta go to war with |
| Dread and them niggas cause they think we wit these dicks |
| Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them niggas that was standin there |
| They fuckin disappeared |
| I cut one yardy underneath his fuckin beard |
| Still clappin, got everybody runnin scared |
| They ain’t backin down and we ain’t bitchin |
| Niggas comin out the house with the hitchelin under the michelin |
| Throwin back a clip or two |
| You would think we went to war with Colin Powells crew |
| Police comin now but we don’t give a fuck |
| Rhas' tryna grab all his niggas in the truck |
| That’s what I get for lettin niggas blend in |
| And they ain’t really wit us, niggas really tryna get us |
| I keep my Glock not givin a fuck |
| But the bullshit is we still gotta watch for that truck |
| Yaknahmean, y’all niggas remember that night dog? |
| Only B. G. Had his gun on him man, word up |
| Styles P had his gun on him |
| Besides that niggas was fuckin naked man |
| Yall niggas didn’t stop it man |
| Niggas had the drop on us kid |
| If homeboy didn’t come thru, if he didn’t come thru |
| And silence those guns dog, we woulda been sick |
| Check it out though, I know them faggot ass niggas kid |
| You know what the fuck I’m talkin about |
| Niggas just bought them s***s, that’s why we had all them hammers |
| Besides that man, word up man, no wing niggas around us dog |
| If you ain’t a motherfuckin friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go |
| Niggas is grimey man, it’s D-Block for real man |
| You think these niggas don’t want what we got? |
| Fuck yeah they want it |
| That shit we be rappin about |
| All that shit we be fuckin drivin around, these niggas is hungry man |
| I got somethin for that belly though |