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3×3 – the truth part 2 lyrics

[intro]
lk

[verse 1: e1]
no fuss, no fuss
they claim we don’t come in songs
but i was in jail, just cooling off
when your block party held shots
sj stepped with the .44 long
none of the laners could park lane bop
three shots had the party instantly locked
three shots had the party instantly locked
and ap come like tourists, you don’t get points for snapping the block
they must’ve forgot how chicken got got
spun three times in less than a month
i’m flames and my cell comes hot like cunch
what you know ’bout mash in your cell
10 minutes to 1, security come
now i gotta move fats like uncs
the grub gets parked like skengz in the loft
i can’t crash on the mains like josh
‘cah i ain’t tryna end up stuck in a pot
i can’t crash on the mains like josh
‘cah i ain’t tryna end up stuck in a pot
i can’t crash on the mains like josh
‘cah i ain’t tryna end up stuck in a pot
i ain’t tryna end up stuck in a pot
[verse 2: zt]
pinocchio nose, tryna sn+tch them souls
lack, get your forehead blown
from coast to coast, we serving dough
put these kitties inhaling smoke
that boy got splashed, got poked
the funniest thing, he tried leave his bro
violations, man don’t condone
on the other side best be on your toes
stabbings, gun clapping, the kidnappings
ride on the nizz, hop out and bang it
3+1+2, 6 man from the cruise
tryna do some collateral damage
thought it was kay or sj that slapped it
free all the guys locked up on the landing
free all the guys locked up on the landing

[verse 3: e1]
that can never be man
i’ll go opp block and get a new pack
double lz bucked man and he backed his snap
bangisa been splashed and he ain’t rid back
there’s three malis dead on your block
and they’re all on shirts, how f+cking sad
free d1 out the f+cking can
back to pressuring man on the roads, that’s facts
still rolling with twins, that’s bill and kay
they ain’t been shaved, don’t lie for the fame
jango, your blade ain’t wet
who’ve you cheffed? give me a name
three different shots would’ve hid on the mains
why you tryna give cctv away?
three different shots would’ve hid on the mains
why you tryna give cctv away?
[verse 4: zt]
fully gassed like a petrol tank
it was kb, rellz and man
and msplash when i showed him my ramz
chestshot specialist, swing them nanks
block party, they was park lasne bopping
back the .44, now they’re park lane jogging
pocket rocket, hot corn for that boy, he didn’t dodge it
i just seen an opp that i used to be friends with
let’s see how the story’s ending
lifestyle f+cked, but you know i still cheffed him
no conscience when i wet him
are you getting the message? i’ll end that friendship
grip on the mash and press it
beefing the gang then you must have a deathwish
no comment, they’ll give me a sentence

[hook: zt]
just see a ford, man gotta focus
hocus pocus, park them soakers
look at the fence, i’m half way over
’cause i seen feds, decamped that motor
f+ck all the talk, it’s long
you know what the mandem’s on
we ain’t gotta ride to turn man off
you can ride on us and still get shot
just see a ford, man gotta focus
hocus pocus, park them soakers
look at the fence, i’m half way over
’cause i seen feds, decamped that motor
f+ck all the talk, it’s long
you know what the mandem’s on
we ain’t gotta ride to turn man off
you can ride on us and still get shot

- 3x3 lyrics

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