Bulletproof - 3-16's lyrics

[Verse 1 - Z-Ro] Haha suprise n***a, It's Joseph Mcvey in the flesh Don't tell me ya'll can't remember me - I was the egghead that was poorly dressed I never said much, although I was able to hide it - life had me fed up I couldn't wait for the day I got my first burner, eager to let that lead bust It was a headrush and every since then, the guns split wigs if he snitchin I ain't come here to make friends, if you cool - cool if not get off my dick then I'm that n***a that never made a radio song But yet I hear myself each I turn my radio on Of course by far I'm the most gangsta - J Prince is ever gon'sign And n***a my shows be sold out - 2:30 in the mornin and still a line Full of n***as and b**hes tryna get in, I watch 'em push and they pull Ain't nobody ever had connection this full Ya'll n***as snitch when ya'll get caught up by these p - pigs on a pay roll It's a handsome ransom you can smoke right here cause they say so Ya'll n***as don't really know me, ya'll just know a n***as songs It's on you, I can be the man to shake ya hand or crack ya dome - b**h (Chorus - Z-Ro) Huh that's right mothaf**a - I'm serious This is one of three sixteens Huh mothaf**a - I'm serious This is one of three sixteens Huh punk a** n***as - I'm serious This is one of three sixteens Screwed Up Click n***a - I'm serious And this has been one of three sixteens [Verse 2 - Trae] Yeah I'm on the way so tell the hood don't trip I'm doin ninety through the gutta, gettin head in the whip The tip of these hollow tips, the same color as Crips If I let 'em loose they have ya practicin the art of a flip Only positive message I got is stay the f** out my face 'fore I leave ya swoll up, lookin like Timbaland - fresh off the weights I don't need to expand sh** - b**h I'm content with my space I get mo'a** then half these rap n***as, get a** on they face I'm ghetto b**h, b**h I don't give a f** about force I'm in the hood more then a asian be in Honda Accord's They say my temper got the qualities of a bad entertainer I'm a f**in a**hole - stupid a** that's a no brainer They told me to keep it cool, but I tell 'em - I keep it me If it wasn't for the streets, sh** tell me what the f** I would be? I wasn't raised by no Russell Simmons - I was raised by the G's Tryna take the n***a out of me, n***a please - get the f** out of here! [Chorus - Trae] Yeah - I'm serious This is two of three sixteens I'm serious This is two of three sixteens Mothaf**a - I'm serious This is two of three sixteens I'm serious This is two of three sixteens [Verse 3 - Bulletproof] Mr.Invincible it's nothin that I can't do Flow sick, the kidd need Saint Jewel These siloclone clones can't stand a G Lyrical manslaughter my reason for insanity Fake rappers, I do this sh** with a pa**ion Teflon clothes and wear guns as a fashion Breath of fresh air, Rap A Lot's new breed Joe Pesci paper, my money make ya crew bleed Strap in my lap, kush in my willow wrap Hard body music, this ain't no jello rap Ridin dirty with number three on repeat We three a**holes with Pimp C on the beat Keep the heat on his seat - these po'city streets cold Livin by the G - code, my n***as in beast mode Call the coroner cause Bulletproof k**in 'em These n***as weaker then Smirnoff and I ain't feelin 'em [Chorus - Bulletproof] Nah, mothaf**a - I'm serious This is three of three sixteens Haha, b**h n***a - I'm serious This is three of three sixteens Trae, Z - Ro - these n***as hoes and I know it And this is three of three sixteens Yeah, mothaf**a - I'm serious And I hope you enjoyed these three sixteens