3-5-4 (Tarrentino) Lyrics
| Song | 3-5-4 (Tarrentino) |
| Artist | Sheek Louch |
| Album | Walk Witt Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jacobs, Lunnon | |
| A'yo four shots let off, black truck sped off | |
| Big *************t, tryna take a mother****** 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 *************z 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 *************t from the store | |
| But nobody asked these mother******s 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 *************t | |
| And a few other *************z 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 ****** wit us, what's the miracle | |
| *************z moms ex heads now turn spiritual | |
| Wanna preach to us talk about | |
| Christ And how ************* sand, how he could bring the beach to us | |
| That's when | |
| I noticed *************z still outside | |
| Hoody on with some shades like they tryna hide | |
| So I ******ed the hammer then | |
| I walked to 'em | |
| No beef, just a friendly little talk to 'em | |
| Listen Sheek: | |
| Here we go, yo whaddup money? | |
| Guy: Yo whaddup | |
| S: What y'all *************z waitin for somebody or somethin? | |
| G: Yeah, why? | |
| S: Nah nah, | |
| I'm sayin y'all *************z got on big hoodies and *************t | |
| Yaknahmean? | |
| It's my block out here daddy | |
| I don't need blood on this *************t and all that | |
| G: It's all love, it's all good | |
| S: Aight, just checkin dog [Sheek Louch] | |
| A'yo, turns out these *************z is not from here | |
| And they got blood on they hands while they drinkin a beer | |
| They just robbed | |
| Dread and them *************z 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 *************t, tryna take a mother****** 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 *************z cause they think we wit these *************s | |
| Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them *************z that was standin there | |
| They ****** disappeared | |
| I cut one yardy underneath his ****** beard | |
| Still clappin, got everybody runnin scared | |
| They ain't backin down and we ain't *************in | |
| *************z 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 ************* | |
| Rhas' tryna grab all his *************z in the truck | |
| That's what | |
| I get for lettin *************z blend in | |
| And they ain't really wit us, *************z really tryna get us | |
| I keep my glock not givin a ************* | |
| But the bull*************t is we still gotta watch for that truck [Sheek Louch] | |
| Yaknahmean, y'all *************z remember that night dog? | |
| Only B.G. had his gun on him man, word up | |
| Styles P had his gun on him | |
| Besides that *************z was ****** naked man | |
| Yall *************z didn't stop it man | |
| *************z 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 ************* ass *************z kid | |
| You know what the ************* | |
| I'm talkin about | |
| *************z just bought them *************ts, that's why we had all them hammers | |
| Besides that man, word up man, no wing *************z around us dog | |
| If you ain't a mother****** friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go | |
| *************z is grimey man, it's | |
| D-Block for real man | |
| You think these *************z don't want what we got? | |
| ************* yeah they want it | |
| That *************t we be rappin about | |
| All that *************t we be ****** drivin around, these *************z is hungry man | |
| I got somethin for that belly though |
| zuo qu : Jacobs, Lunnon | |
| A' yo four shots let off, black truck sped off | |
| Big t, tryna take a mother 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 z 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 t from the store | |
| But nobody asked these mother s 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 t | |
| And a few other z 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 wit us, what' s the miracle | |
| z moms ex heads now turn spiritual | |
| Wanna preach to us talk about | |
| Christ And how sand, how he could bring the beach to us | |
| That' s when | |
| I noticed z still outside | |
| Hoody on with some shades like they tryna hide | |
| So I ed the hammer then | |
| I walked to ' em | |
| No beef, just a friendly little talk to ' em | |
| Listen Sheek: | |
| Here we go, yo whaddup money? | |
| Guy: Yo whaddup | |
| S: What y' all z waitin for somebody or somethin? | |
| G: Yeah, why? | |
| S: Nah nah, | |
| I' m sayin y' all z got on big hoodies and t | |
| Yaknahmean? | |
| It' s my block out here daddy | |
| I don' t need blood on this t and all that | |
| G: It' s all love, it' s all good | |
| S: Aight, just checkin dog Sheek Louch | |
| A' yo, turns out these z is not from here | |
| And they got blood on they hands while they drinkin a beer | |
| They just robbed | |
| Dread and them z 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 t, tryna take a mother 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 z cause they think we wit these s | |
| Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them z that was standin there | |
| They disappeared | |
| I cut one yardy underneath his beard | |
| Still clappin, got everybody runnin scared | |
| They ain' t backin down and we ain' t in | |
| z 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 | |
| Rhas' tryna grab all his z in the truck | |
| That' s what | |
| I get for lettin z blend in | |
| And they ain' t really wit us, z really tryna get us | |
| I keep my glock not givin a | |
| But the bull t is we still gotta watch for that truck Sheek Louch | |
| Yaknahmean, y' all z remember that night dog? | |
| Only B. G. had his gun on him man, word up | |
| Styles P had his gun on him | |
| Besides that z was naked man | |
| Yall z didn' t stop it man | |
| z 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 ass z kid | |
| You know what the | |
| I' m talkin about | |
| z just bought them ts, that' s why we had all them hammers | |
| Besides that man, word up man, no wing z around us dog | |
| If you ain' t a mother friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go | |
| z is grimey man, it' s | |
| DBlock for real man | |
| You think these z don' t want what we got? | |
| yeah they want it | |
| That t we be rappin about | |
| All that t we be drivin around, these z is hungry man | |
| I got somethin for that belly though |
| zuò qǔ : Jacobs, Lunnon | |
| A' yo four shots let off, black truck sped off | |
| Big t, tryna take a mother 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 z 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 t from the store | |
| But nobody asked these mother s 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 t | |
| And a few other z 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 wit us, what' s the miracle | |
| z moms ex heads now turn spiritual | |
| Wanna preach to us talk about | |
| Christ And how sand, how he could bring the beach to us | |
| That' s when | |
| I noticed z still outside | |
| Hoody on with some shades like they tryna hide | |
| So I ed the hammer then | |
| I walked to ' em | |
| No beef, just a friendly little talk to ' em | |
| Listen Sheek: | |
| Here we go, yo whaddup money? | |
| Guy: Yo whaddup | |
| S: What y' all z waitin for somebody or somethin? | |
| G: Yeah, why? | |
| S: Nah nah, | |
| I' m sayin y' all z got on big hoodies and t | |
| Yaknahmean? | |
| It' s my block out here daddy | |
| I don' t need blood on this t and all that | |
| G: It' s all love, it' s all good | |
| S: Aight, just checkin dog Sheek Louch | |
| A' yo, turns out these z is not from here | |
| And they got blood on they hands while they drinkin a beer | |
| They just robbed | |
| Dread and them z 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 t, tryna take a mother 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 z cause they think we wit these s | |
| Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them z that was standin there | |
| They disappeared | |
| I cut one yardy underneath his beard | |
| Still clappin, got everybody runnin scared | |
| They ain' t backin down and we ain' t in | |
| z 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 | |
| Rhas' tryna grab all his z in the truck | |
| That' s what | |
| I get for lettin z blend in | |
| And they ain' t really wit us, z really tryna get us | |
| I keep my glock not givin a | |
| But the bull t is we still gotta watch for that truck Sheek Louch | |
| Yaknahmean, y' all z remember that night dog? | |
| Only B. G. had his gun on him man, word up | |
| Styles P had his gun on him | |
| Besides that z was naked man | |
| Yall z didn' t stop it man | |
| z 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 ass z kid | |
| You know what the | |
| I' m talkin about | |
| z just bought them ts, that' s why we had all them hammers | |
| Besides that man, word up man, no wing z around us dog | |
| If you ain' t a mother friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go | |
| z is grimey man, it' s | |
| DBlock for real man | |
| You think these z don' t want what we got? | |
| yeah they want it | |
| That t we be rappin about | |
| All that t we be drivin around, these z is hungry man | |
| I got somethin for that belly though |
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