Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3-5-4 Tarrentino, artist - Sheek Louch. Album song Walk Witt Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
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 |