Freestyle Kingz - D-3 n***az lyrics

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Freestyle Kingz - D-3 n***az lyrics

[Ake] I won't stop I won't quit, till these n***as admit That I'm the sh**, platinum placks everytime that I spit I'm on this mic and on a mission, cause I gotta get mine And if a n***a try to stop it, then he gotta lay down See I'm like the Clipse, cause I stay on my grind Everytime I fall up, n***as stop and rewind I'm still that Dirty 3rd n***a, that squeeze Dirty 3rd triggers And if you ask me what I'm bout, I tell the world I'm bout my figures f** you haters, y'all ain't nothing but mini men I'm trying to keep my sh** folding, while you stack your fin's man And I ain't even playing, yeah I'm down with my k**as Yes in person it be like, that's the wrecking poo-poo realer It's the thousand dollar spenders, your body on the curb You can't get in my car with drank, or you'll waste all your syrup I be so hard, people be like Ake a vet Don't ask them whisperings, they can't hear the sh** and I wreck I never spit whack, man don't make Ake a tech But when Ake a tech n***a, you better be way back Or you'll get hit by the mack, and I ain't talking about 10 I'm talking bout my gun, do you wanna meet my little friend [Tite] Ake it's in my bloodline, that's why I spit so raw And I done lost my best friend, due to a n***a he fought I seen some sh**, that most cats just rap about And I done felt pain, I'm still trying to factor out Streets is real, sometimes these streets'll k** But at the same time, these streets is how you eat your meals Hustled the block, to make it cause the times is hard The only peace a n***a get, is the time with the Lord I often pray, for something just to better my way Feeling Pac when he spoke, about a better day I gotta get it dog, cause ain't nobody giving handouts And if you got it, I'ma take you and your man out n***a the hood is my life, the hood is my life I'm a fiend, and this hood is my pipe See I done been through hell, and I done been through jail Most of my life, was broke without I been through mail I done smoked the weed, and I done sipped the drank All I know is cutting dope, trying to flip this bank That's why I move, like a real G suppose to You want proof, then motherf**er I can show you [Chalie] This is for you hateeeeers, let me tell you You gotta sin, and I done smell you One on one is cool, but if you talking bout jumping I'll act a fool, but until then what I'ma do Is sit on the sideline, my time yes I'm about mine Until my name is brought up, in a situation Present yourself, I'ma get up swang up co*k back and bust, and put a dent in your head Don't hold your breath, I'm only throwing stones At a pack of wolves, if you get hit b**h then bring it dog Well just speaking of chrome, or using verbal tones It really don't matter, cause it's gonna burn in your bones My zone and section is filled With haters and chrome, and plexing but still I try to maintain, possession of sk** So that I may gain perfection, and that's reeeeeal (*talking*) Yeah, Big Rob the Rhino FK2K3, real man