a-1 thee assas’n – 3 – 15 lyrics
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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