TRAE & Z-RO - This Is 3-16's lyrics

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Haha suprise nigga, It's Joseph Mcvey in the flesh

Don't tell me ya'll can't remember me - I was the egghead that was poorly dressed

I never said much, although I was able to hide it - life had me fed up

I couldn't wait for the day I got my first burner, eager to let that lead bust

It was a headrush and every since then, the guns split wigs if he snitchin

I ain't come here to make friends, if you cool - cool if not get off my dick then

I'm that nigga that never made a radio song

But yet I hear myself each I turn my radio on

Of course by far I'm the most gangsta - J Prince is ever gon'sign

And nigga my shows be sold out - 2:30 in the mornin and still a line

Full of niggas and bitches tryna get in, I watch 'em push and they pull

Ain't nobody ever had connection this full

Ya'll niggaz snitch when ya'll get caught up by these p - pigs on a pay roll

It's a handsome ransom you can smoke right here cause they say so

Ya'll niggaz don't really know me, ya'll just know a niggaz songs

It's on you, I can be the man to shake ya hand or crack ya dome - bitch

Huh that's right mothafucka - I'm serious

This is one of three sixteens

Huh mothafucka - I'm serious

This is one of three sixteens

Huh punk ass niggaz - I'm serious

This is one of three sixteens

Screwed Up Click nigga - I'm serious

And this has been one of three sixteens

Yeah I'm on the way so tell the hood don't trip

I'm doin ninety through the gutta, gettin head in the whip

The tip of these hollow tips, the same color as Crips

If I let 'em loose they have ya practicin the art of a flip

Only positive message I got is stay the fuck out my face

'fore I leave ya swoll up, lookin like Timbaland - fresh off the weights

I don't need to expand shit - bitch I'm content with my space

I get mo'ass then half these rap niggaz, get ass on they face

I'm ghetto bitch, bitch I don't give a fuck about force

I'm in the hood more then a asian be in Honda Accord's

They say my temper got the qualities of a bad entertainer

I'm a fuckin asshole - stupid ass that's a no brainer

They told me to keep it cool, but I tell 'em - I keep it me

If it wasn't for the streets, shit tell me what the fuck I would be?

I wasn't raised by no Russell Simmons - I was raised by the G's

Tryna take the nigga out of me, nigga please - get the fuck out of here!

Yeah - I'm serious

This is two of three sixteens

I'm serious

This is two of three sixteens

Mothafucka - I'm serious

This is two of three sixteens

I'm serious

This is two of three sixteens

Mr.Invincible it's nothin that I can't do

Flow sick, the kidd need Saint Jewel

These siloclone clones can't stand a G

Lyrical manslaughter my reason for insanity

Fake rappers, I do this shit with a passion

Teflon clothes and wear guns as a fashion

Breath of fresh air, Rap A Lot's new breed

Joe Pesci paper, my money make ya crew bleed

Strap in my lap, kush in my willow wrap

Hard body music, this ain't no jello rap

Ridin dirty with number three on repeat

We three assholes with Pimp C on the beat

Keep the heat on his seat - these po'city streets cold

Livin by the G - code, my niggaz in beast mode

Call the coroner cause Bulletproof killin 'em

These niggaz weaker then Smirnoff and I ain't feelin 'em

Nah, mothafucka - I'm serious

This is three of three sixteens

Haha, bitch nigga - I'm serious

This is three of three sixteens

Trae, Z - Ro - these niggaz hoes and I know it

And this is three of three sixteens

Yeah, mothafucka - I'm serious

And I hope you enjoyed these three sixteens