3-5-4 (Tarrentino) Lyrics

Sheek Louch

<i>[Sheek Louch]
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
Listen

<i>[Sheek:] Here we go, yo whaddup money?
<i>[Guy:] Yo whaddup
<i>[S:] What y'all niggaz waitin for somebody or somethin?
<i>[G:] Yeah, why?
<i>[S:] Nah nah, I'm sayin y'all niggaz got on big hoodies and shit
Yaknahmean? It's my block out here daddy
I don't need blood on this shit and all that
<i>[G:] It's all love, it's all good
<i>[S:] Aight, just checkin dog

<i>[Sheek Louch]
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<

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