3-5-4 lyrics

[Sheek Louch]
A'yo four shots let off, black truck sped off
Big sh*t, tryna take a motherf*ckin 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t from the store
But nobody asked these motherf*ckers 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 sh*t
And a few other n*ggas 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 f*ckin wit us, what's the miracle
n*ggas moms ex heads now turn spiritual
Wanna preach to us talk about Christ
And how f*ck sand, how he could bring the beach to us
That's when I noticed n*ggas still outside
Hoody on with some shades like they tryna hide
So I c*cked 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 n*ggas waitin for somebody or somethin?
[G:] Yeah, why?
[S:] Nah nah, I'm sayin y'all n*ggas got on big hoodies and sh*t
Yaknahmean? It's my block out here daddy
I don't need blood on this sh*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 n*ggas is not from here
And they got blood on they hands while they drinkin a beer
They just robbed Dread and them n*ggas 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 sh*t, tryna take a motherf*ckin 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 n*ggas cause they think we wit these di*ks
Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them n*ggas that was standin there
They f*ckin disappeared
I cut one yardy underneath his f*ckin beard
Still clappin, got everybody runnin scared
They ain't backin down and we ain't b*tchin
n*ggas 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 f*ck
Rhas' tryna grab all his n*ggas in the truck
That's what I get for lettin n*ggas blend in
And they ain't really wit us, n*ggas really tryna get us
I keep my Glock not givin a f*ck
But the bullsh*t is we still gotta watch for that truck
[Sheek Louch]
Yaknahmean, y'all n*ggas remember that night dog?
Only B. G. Had his gun on him man, word up
Styles P had his gun on him
Besides that n*ggas was f*ckin naked man
Yall n*ggas didn't stop it man
n*ggas 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 n*ggas kid
You know what the f*ck I'm talkin about
n*ggas just bought them s***s, that's why we had all them hammers
Besides that man, word up man, no wing n*ggas around us dog
If you ain't a motherf*ckin friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go
n*ggas is grimey man, it's D-Block for real man
You think these n*ggas don't want what we got?
f*ck yeah they want it
That sh*t we be rappin about
All that sh*t we be f*ckin drivin around, these n*ggas is hungry man
I got somethin for that belly though