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feat bulletproof abn - 3-16's (feat. bulletproof) - abn كلمات الأغنية

haha suprise n-gg-, 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 d-ck then
i’m that n-gg- 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 n-gg- my shows be sold out – 2: 30 in the mornin and still a line
full of n-gg-s and b-tches tryna get in, i watch ’em push and they pull
ain’t n-body ever had connection this full
ya’ll n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s don’t really know me, ya’ll just know a n-gg-s songs
it’s on you, i can be the man to shake ya hand or crack ya dome – b-tch
huh that’s right mothaf-cka – i’m serious
this is one of three sixteens
huh mothaf-cka – i’m serious
this is one of three sixteens
huh punk -ss n-gg-s – i’m serious
this is one of three sixteens
screwed up click n-gg- – 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 f-ck out my face
‘fore i leave ya swoll up, lookin like timbaland – fresh off the weights
i don’t need to expand sh-t – b-tch i’m content with my sp-ce
i get mo’-ss then half these rap n-gg-s, get -ss on they face
i’m ghetto b-tch, b-tch i don’t give a f-ck 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 f-ckin -sshole – stupid -ss 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, sh-t tell me what the f-ck i would be?
i wasn’t raised by no russell simmons – i was raised by the g’s
tryna take the n-gg- out of me, n-gg- please – get the f-ck out of here!
this is two of three sixteens
this is two of three sixteens
mothaf-cka – i’m serious
this is two of three sixteens
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 sh-t with a p-ssion
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 -ssholes with pimp c on the beat
keep the heat on his seat – these po’city streets cold
livin by the g – code, my n-gg-s in beast mode
call the coroner cause bulletproof killin ’em
these n-gg-s weaker then smirnoff and i ain’t feelin ’em
nah, mothaf-cka – i’m serious
this is three of three sixteens
haha, b-tch n-gg- – i’m serious
this is three of three sixteens
trae, z – ro – these n-gg-s hoes and i know it
and this is three of three sixteens
yeah, mothaf-cka – i’m serious
and i hope you enjoyed these three sixteens

- feat bulletproof abn

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