Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3 Time Felon, artist - Lil Keke. Date of issue: 11.02.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3 Time Felon |
| Crack is what we selling, snitch niggas be telling |
| Keep you niggas bailing, here we go (here we go, here we go, here we go) |
| Crack is what we selling, snitch niggas be telling |
| Keep you niggas bailing, because we three time felons |
| Now peep game, I promise on sight it’s going down |
| AK’s and clips, that’s filled with hundred rounds |
| It’s my time no stress, I locate Tip |
| Tell him load up everything mayn, these boys a trip |
| I gotta call a meeting, so we can lay the format |
| We bout to sweep the whole streets, yeah the Don said that |
| I put my life up on it, these niggas gonna come up missing |
| Lying talking and snitching, in these streets big sixing |
| Don’t play these games, because you think you a star |
| You might of had yourself a battle, but you ain’t ready for war |
| This shit is complicated, that’s why you mark niggas hate it |
| Scared to roll the dice, because you punks can’t fade it |
| They hesitated, to even test it again |
| That’s why they perpetrated, because they click is pretend |
| I’m on a paper chase, you know the road to riches |
| Serious about my feddy, and I’m busting all snitches what |
| Here we go-here we go-here we go-here we go, it’s a must I get my do' |
| It’s a must I move this snow, befo' the FEDs kick in my do' |
| Crack is what I’m selling, these fake ass niggas telling |
| My mama is raising hell’n, crying screaming and yelling |
| Lots of dogs smelling, around my residence |
| They looking for evidence, and mob they presidents |
| On cuts I’m legendary, by any means necessary |
| These cake ass niggas scary, and singing like canaries |
| You’ll find a cemetery, if you caught up in my mix |
| I still hit brick licks, and I’m good with arithmetic |
| This game is getting deep, and I’m playing for keeps |
| Contaminating the streets, while you broke niggas sleep |
| It ain’t no telling bout this click, cause you know we don’t play |
| It be forever and a day, with that H-A-W-K |
| It’s the 2 double 2, flipping pies we ain’t through |
| C.D.'s and LP’s, for the people like you |
| Get your mash on whoalie, get your cash on whoalie |
| Niggas snitching and bitching, but I promise they don’t know me |
| It’s a trip mayn, because these punk niggas telling |
| Commission rich click, we some three time felons what |
| Let’s get this money baby, now it’s a dangerous job |
| Y’all so close to getting robbed, by the Southside mob |
| We do the dumping nigga, and it don’t matter the state |
| Y’all continue to playa hate, and get yourself checkmate |
| They better recognize, all this money and power |
| Cause it be hour after hour, on you mark ass cowards |
| I get’s my cash, and fill up the stash befo' I flash |
| Superstars mash, with two hundred on the dash |
| This rap game, the legal crack game |
| You know it’s cocaine and fame, on this hustler’s name |
| I get’s my money right, I’m dedicated for real |
| It be killas and drug dealers, that’ll snatch out your grill |
| I lay the lick down, cause I’m gon get mine |
| And if these niggas out of line, then these niggas dying |
| I ain’t the one mayn, you better watch who you telling |
| Lil' Keke the Don, also known as a felon |