lirik lagu a-1 thee assas’n – 3 – 15
a~1 thee assas’n ~ “3 ~ 15” feat. og eddie mf kane
tag: mr. ruffupdaspeaker
kane: you know what i’m sayin? this your boy eddie kane. i just came to tell y ‘all once again we here in this b~tch, there’s nothing you can do about it. i hope you try to do something about it, cause you will get burned. cause this is hot like lava, you know what i’m saying, nothing else hotter. bhm. eddie kane. a~weeze. let’s go!!!
assas’n (verse 1): for this 3 ~15, i got three 16’s. but you only gettin two of em, i show mercy. all you weak mcs will never impress me. you as unique as another grain of sand on the beach. haaaa!!! now hold up, wait a minutе. because you gotta admit it, i handle businеss, in your mouth like a dentist. and then i’m out. my mac automatic, i pull em out. they don’t speak. no doubt. you b~tches know what i’m bout. getting money, lil’ dummy, sh~t’s funny to me. you n~ggas talk a lot of sh~t and now you running from me. when you see me. having my reputation ain’t easy, they plottin’, they tryna k!ll me because they see me on tv, what the f~ck? you n~ggas pressing your luck. i’ll be d~mned if i go unde, no wonder i get the bucks like i do. you f~ck n~ggas lose. my gun is bis~xual cause it plug n~ggas too!! yahh, yahh
kane: hey n~gga. i know you heard that sh~t you better respect that sh~t, you know what i’m talking about, that’s a ~wheezy, the god d~mn me assassin you know what i’m talking about? burnin you b~tches, i told you, from the motherf~ckin jump, but you did not wanna listen. so… you got shot. with some h~llafied heat. b~tches
assas’n (verse 2): here we go again, murder with a pad and a pen. but keep talkin that sh~t and it’s your house i’m runnin up in. guaranteed. my clique is immaculate, plus my aim is so accurate, if i’m puffing, i’m passing it to the left, n~gga, west coast!! we got the best, dro. and if you play it’s close you gon regret it when my folks come through. my family full of goons. i’ll introduce yo m~th~ph~ckkin fo’ head to the bottom of my shoe. b~tch, a~1 refuse to lose. i ain’t never trust them dudes. on the job i carry tools, but not a hammer or a screw. get it? you better play it cool. or you’ll be floating in your backyard pool till your wifey and kids find you. you b~tch you. i got some issues. my gun talking to me, telling me to come get you. my n~gga rough up the speaker carried the nine millimeter. them bullets hollow, leave you paraplegic. i bring doom!!!
kane: no more bullsh~t. if your m~th~ph~ckkin ass ain’t got it, don’t m~th~ph~ckkin f~ck with us. it’s bhm til the death, n~gga. we ain’t playing with not nair a one of you m~th~ph~ckkas. we keep it a hunnit percent gangsta around this b~tch. we got talent. and we got the time to burn you m~th~ph~ckkas. remember that sh~t, n~gga. this your boy eddie m~th~ph~ckkin kane. i’m out this b~tch. a1, bhm, g .i. ginn. we all in this m~th~ph~ckka, we due our due. and sh~t, we gon’ get paid, baby. until then, we see you. we out. peace
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