Sheek Louch

Sheek Louch - 3-5-4 (Tarrentino) lyrics

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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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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

Niggaz 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 niggaz 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


Yaknahmean? It's my block out here daddy

I don't need blood on this shit and all that

A'yo, turns out these niggaz is not from here

And they got blood on they hands while they drinkin a beer

They just robbed Dread and them niggaz 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 niggaz cause they think we wit these dicks

Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them niggaz 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

Niggaz 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 niggaz in the truck

That's what I get for lettin niggaz blend in

And they ain't really wit us, niggaz 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 niggaz remember that night dog?

Only B.G. had his gun on him man, word up

Styles P had his gun on him

Besides that niggaz was fuckin naked man

Yall niggaz didn't stop it man

Niggaz 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 niggaz kid

You know what the fuck I'm talkin about

Niggaz just bought them shits, that's why we had all them hammers

Besides that man, word up man, no wing niggaz around us dog

If you ain't a motherfuckin friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go

Niggaz is grimey man, it's D-Block for real man

You think these niggaz 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 niggaz is hungry man

I got somethin for that belly though

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