3 Strikes movie - Worldwide Renegades lyrics
rate me<br>
Big Shady (no doubt) Lil' Z (somethin new)<br>
The Highway meets College Park (yeah yeah shorty)<br>
A-T-L is officially locked down - (IT'S GOIN DOWN)<br>
Worldwide (fuck with layaway) - (ALL THE HENNY)<br>
this is how we do it to em - (ALL THE HYDRO)<br>
(we'll get a lady today) - (IT'S GOIN DOWN)<br>
this is how we do it to em (believe that)<br>
(ATLANTA STYLE BABY) (listen to this y'all)<br>
No doubt, come on..<br>
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[Verse One]<br>
College Park got control of me<br>
cause one of these snake niggaz told on me<br>
Seen me in the cut, then he rolled on me<br>
Thought I was gone but they was only holdin me<br>
then it was told to me<br>
Playboy, you only good as your team<br>
You gotta leak find or seek,<br>
hem it at the seams<br>
I felt that, held back, went to the draft<br>
Squeeze the juice from the peach when I pick my staff<br>
Now I'm back with the slimiest, grimiest<br>
Niggaz who behind me is the ones who know what time it is<br>
Red Clay Renegades, violence is Minute Maid(?)<br>
Still thugged out, hooked on Alize and Hennessey<br>
Strictly in it til the day the game finish me<br>
Honk your horn if you feelin me<br>
Put your fists in the sky, wave them deuces high nigga<br>
cause it ain't nuttin but that fire rolled up<br>
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[Chorus: (repeat 2X)]<br>
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I run with Worldwide Renegades, violence is Minute Maid(?)<br>
Still thug livin, hooked on Alize and Hennessey<br>
Stayin down til the day the game finish me<br>
Honk your horn if you feelin me<br>
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[Verse Two]<br>
I run with nothin but them woofer pushers, sittin on gold things<br>
'drats give you slow brains who look like they on Soul Train<br>
We run thangs, from the yea game to trickin<br>
Don't come and think you stickin, below this Mason-Dixon it's rules<br>
Born raised and die for it, hands kept high for it<br>
Make niggaz mother cry for it<br>
You know like I know, respect these rules<br>
Don't make Don Chilly lose his cool<br>
If it's a nickel sold in the Park, I want two-fifty<br>
and if you chief a blunt, chief it with me<br>
Respect my Bankhead killaz, McKennasville grave fillers<br>
Others cross the city pushin pealers<br>
cause I'm a true ATL-ier, Southside villain-er<br>
Promise to check for shorty find out if they real or not<br>
Come fake and get boxed, sent home<br>
and watch the world spin like these twenty inch chromes<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Verse Three]<br>
I'ma have to slide with somethin, all the money in this game<br>
Chicks callin my name, they want me bad, but I don't stop<br>
I'm in my droptop V, I got a lot of things<br>
to prove to niggaz and you'll see, by the way it looks<br>
A lot of niggaz gon' be shook, don't disrespect<br>
and no hard feelings took, I profile<br>
while switchin styles in the crowd runnin wild<br>
Have you niggaz home dottin your rhyme, blowed out<br>
cause I showed out, so what'chu know about?<br>
You gettin money or you assed-out<br>
You sip a drink until you passed out<br>
Circle the chiefers with no reefer<br>
I'm in the corner where it's dark, preparin to spark<br>
Niggaz screamin let me hit it like I'm (?) or somethin<br>
It ain't no limit when it come to how much niggaz puffin<br>
I mark the wall I dust em all<br>
It's the Hennessey in me that'll blow the wall<br>
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[Chorus 2X]<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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