CHRIS LOWE - Treacherous 3 lyrics

rate me

(feat. Dinco D, Sadat X)

Yes y'all, the sounds you're about to hear, is devestatin to your ear

Chris Lowe, Sadat X, and Dinco D is here

Treacherous 3, two-thousand and one

Chris Lowe (Sadat X) (and Dinco D)

[We're like the treacherous, treacherous, treacherous three]

[Gonna rock it from the bottom, rock it from the bottom]

[Rock it from the bottom to the T-O-P]

[Verse One: Chris Lowe]

I'm Chris Lowe, no doubt that's me

A brother you don't see on no TV

In the streets like the trash pilin up on yo' {ass} (uh-huh)

A simple 12 inch, yeah you see it's a cinch

You ain't really heard a style like mine in a while

Smoother than a glass of milk boy (jot that down)

Top choice with my voice, advice is so precise

This {nigga} so nice he got ice up in his dice

It really ain't a thing when we start to roll

Like money breakin players, that got a whole lotta soul

So don't make no mistake when you talkin to Chris

If you aimin for my body, you bet' not miss

[Verse Two: Sadat X]

I'm, old New York like vice and gaming

Lay up with skins do a little dab of scramblin

My {nigga} hop off the turnpike

Take the woods and see deer, you got the woods we gettin it there

With green, a magazine, and some beer

I'm calculated to that one point [explosion]

And I can pinpoint crabs

My heart turn black from {shit} like that

A six pack can't stop these slugs (never)

You lamp all day with broads, come downstairs late

and get grilled, for bein unskilled

Yo' physical build, got me beat by a hundred pounds

So imagine where I'm takin it (understand)

I see the branches fallin, off my family tree

But I gotta keep it movin cause the next could be me

The 'Dat-father, know me, understand me

Demand me fo' retail

And help a {nigga} get a sale

The Book of X, third chapter, first verse

Says before I thirst I'll burst, and that'll be worse

My emotions range from lust to hate

I'm fragile right now, that's why I made y'all wait

But when I'm ready let y'all, I'ma give y'all the date

But a {nigga} gets speedier when I grab off the plate

[Verse Three: Dinco D]

I coulda hit you with a pistolwhip or shot you with a needle

Aim for your heart through your ears until I see you

It's the, D as in Dinco like, D as in Dinc so

It's me, Sadat X and the one Chris Lowe

Doin the math from 2 AM to 2 in the aft'

So many could be in the game but be an {ass}

Perpetual jetstreams from links (?)

I lock on my teams like Fred (?)

Remember my face in the dark as well as the light

It shines on ya sons and moonlights ya wife

See the next night in the bedpiece there's a moment of silence

Right before she says she's been raped by my comments

My dominance develops, swellin in ya melon

You just can't elope in the court, where I'm the felon

As big as the next two scoops to raise-on

Flipped it from beneath all the boards I played on

[explosion]