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