3 Shots

Lyrics

[Hook: Avon Blocksdale] One shot to your mind Let the ruger talk to him You know I ride when it's time to roll Two shots to your mind When I see him, we're dumpin' 'Till your slump body hit's the floor Three shots to your mind I ain't playing with suckers You've gotta go when it's time to go One shot to your mind Let the ruger talk to him You know I ride when it's time to roll [Verse 1: Avon Blocksdale] Three shots to his top, watch a pussy rock This big block goes in hard when I cook in pots I'm from a town right here and trying to roof a top Gun in hand, you are dealing with a ruthless art But they don't understand 'til the shooting starts My gun's like a douche cleaning out a pussy They're saying I'm a beast with a drum Best call police when I come [Four-five release in the gun?] Should have kept his peace with his tongue And now rest in peace, [nigga one?] I get to blaming, nobody standing remains Looking through the bodies, you'll only find the remains [Pour up in the 'Ville?], so that peace part of me stained Beefing 'll leave you slain, these suckers hurting the game Saying your name for fame, not knowing you're one to bang Boy I'll grip and aim and print these letters in your brain R.I.P [Hook] [Verse 2: Avon Blocksdale] I dare a nigga fuck with me One shot let loose, fuck with me I started selling crack when my aunt died If we ain't leave them dead, we left them hog-tied A point-five will have a nigga on a lunch line I point mine at skull caps and back spines?] Ave done gave the word, it's attack time And I don't think they know the sound of a MAC round A nigga's heavy on the neck and getting back down Lito told these niggas on how we clap clowns You think [seth in the latest?], go ahead and act out That boy 'll leave you like Denise did the crack house Y'all speak what y'all see and try to act out I don't go back inside until the pack's out My little homie turned rat and got clapped for it I told his moms 'rest in peace, but he asked for it' [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Lito] I don't know about three shots, 'cause I've got thirty And one in the head ready to do a nigga dirty Shot him in his jersey, made the nigga fade away Caught him slipping on the court, nah I ain't come to play Hit him with cinco, left him by the free throw Cops can't find a killer, hood knows it's Lito I don't play no games when it comes to the set So if you come at a nigga, hope you're coming correct 'Cause I'll shoot up your block without breaking a sweat Or have [?] right on your neck I ain't scared to put no hole in a hater Ain't scared to let him hold something like a neighbor Just leave me alone, right now I'm trying to get this paper Don't really want to send you pussy niggas to your maker Just leave me alone, right now I'm trying to get this paper Don't really want to send you pussy niggas to your maker Motherfucker [Hook]