Alley Boy - Intro (Definition of f** sh** 3) lyrics

[Verse 1:] Y'all Who gonna separate the boys from the men Chopper from the building DJ little cheat Who gonna separate the boys from the men Chopper from the building DJ Victoria They shoot us from the shot You know the other n*ggas are rush n*ggas five They down their own alley Definition is par 3 f** the industry All of your shooter they f** with me Plenty d**h threats Shooter they plotting to k** me At a boy gets all lugs Like they k**ed Pac and Murphy Party thugs they n*ggas [Chorus:] Good luck to the mother with no feelings I had to do it again to say topic I raise up to the ceiling I said Father please help me Clean my soul and I repent From all the n*ggas we slay Play with me I ain't forgiven Talking that duct tape n*gga Good luck to the mother with no feelings I had to do it again to say topic I raise up to the ceiling I said Father please help me Clean my soul and I repent From all the n*ggas we slay Play with me I ain't forgiven [Verse 2:] Talking that sh** we pulling a bullet in their hind end and we don't get tired We ain't sh** we let sh** fly N*ggas are wide You know you see me out thugging Big building on me Gotta keep it on the goodie we tripping All this mother f**ing saying I think I got my business Cloudy c**aine I got my nosebleed Ready to go and get this demon out My grandma got skeletons Got pinned up with felonies Been up before I die Before they suit me for heaven The same n*ggas hate To want the front like they helping From all of this money sometimes it's hard to keep sanity Gotta sleep in this building Can't let the streets get the best of me I love all of my n*ggas but I can't [?] I don't owe them sh** I was spinning My jacket trap money n*gga Took my name off that dotted line They was sleeping with enemy So they was a frenemy Snapped my wrist about them shackle my legs slave for a frenemy Gotta work from my jail cell Get money by my damn self Since they dropped Ray Still boulevards n*gga Black robbers n*gga Definition of f** sh** you know it's par 3 n*gga Who gonna separate the boys from the men Chopper from the building Everything I do Shooter from the shot Thank you come again