3-5-4 Tarantino Lyrics by Sheek Louch

3-5-4 Tarantino Lyrics

    [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

    [Sheek:] Here we go, yo whaddup money?
    [Guy:] Yo whaddup
    [S:] What y'all niggaz waitin for somebody or somethin?
    [G:] Yeah, why?
    [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
    [G:] It's all love, it's all good
    [S:] Aight, just checkin dog

    [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
    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

    [Sheek Louch]
    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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