3 Musketeers lyrics

[Verse]
Lil n*gga was fifteen, he was far from a shooter, he shot from the court
Had family who was banging, who was up in the streets, but lil Jacob was just into sports
Stuck on the porch, lil n*gga, big dreams but Jacob just wanted a Porche
He's striving for more, and every game his family still came to support
He had a friend in Crenshaw, one of the bestest of friends
Lil Christian was hard, was up in the streets and all them n*ggas just called him lil Chris
He kept him a stick, it was really his bro’s but then he got sent to the pen, and he been with the sh*ts, his brother was banging thats why he f*cked with the crips
So there was lil Jacob, lil Chris and there was a third, his name was lil jim
Jim from the hood, not one banging, Jim was a regular kid
But don't get it twisted, Jim were no punk he was still with the sh*ts
He was quiet and shy and knew how to dress and that's why he had hoes on his di*k
Lil Chris on the block heard his phone ring and it’s his big bro from the pen
He needs cheese in his books, go do me a favour, go sell my stick
Said I got u big bro, don't even worry, don't you trip
Then he met with some n*ggas his brother knew then he got stripped down
Hands in the air, christian is frozen, you can tell they're sick
Chris .. his sh*t, let this happen, can't believe he …
Next couple days he's plotting on sh*t, called his big bro, he got him a stick
Made up some calls, ... up some blocks, c*cked up the clock he let some sh*t drip, n*gga

Ayy ayy, ayy ayy

[Verse]
Ayy Chris did a skit, but he just missed, he let his ass lit
Just got out of school, three of the friends, Jacob, Chris and lil Jim
They walking back home, Chris knows he's hot so he just left his stick
… the lights…then stops and let some sh*t drip
Chris hopping fences and sh*t, Jacob… keep doing the dash, running away hearing screams from lil Jim
The Honda dip out swerving right, left, right, left
Stopped, turned around, tears on his face, damn jimmy got hit
[Verse]
Lil Jim passed away, couple of months passed, Jacob just gave up on hoop
They was the three musketeers, but sh*t weren't the same, cause now they’re just two
Jacob’s just blaming Chris, he know it's his fault but don’t know what to do
Chris and Jake they ready to plot, find up some opps and bust em' a few
Jacob's just sick of revenge, he's turning to Chris, we gon’ slide off some sh*t
Chris said it's good, I'll grab the heats at twelve, just meet at my crib
Jake pulling up, they hop in the whip, load up the clocks all to the tip
They ready to go, they're ready to blow, Jacob just on his tip
They followed that dude on the gram so Jacob, lil Chris just thinking that they got the drop, pull up to the spot, windows gon' drop
Then they gon light up it's all for the block, it's all for the block, it's all for the block…

"Bro just go" Jacob is yelling at Chris, some hours gone passed, they checking the news so they confirming the hit
They look at the news, they're sick at f*ck, Jacob he ready to cry
Said a 30 year old woman was dead, damn, she got caught in the fire, damn
And the neighbours got the sh*t on the tape, went to the school to confirm the identity cause the footage is matching they're faces
Police find Jacob, he sick as f*ck, he know he gon' snitch
Said if you help us out you'll do less time if we find this Chris
They wrapped him up ayy, now it's over, sitting in that pen now it's over, ayy
… Chris in the pen, one friend dead but he won't snitch on the cases, damn
Musketeers ayy, posed' to be the three musketeers ayy
Musketeers ayy, posed' to be the three musketeers ayy
Bestest of friends, besets of friends
Sitting in that pen now it's over, over, over, over…