O-N-E - 3 Shots lyrics

[Hook: Avon Blocksdale] One shot to your mind Let the ruger talk to him You know I ride when it's time to roll Two shots to your mind When I see him, we're dumpin' ‘Till your slump body hit's the floor Three shots to your mind I ain't playing with s**ers You've gotta go when it's time to go One shot to your mind Let the ruger talk to him You know I ride when it's time to roll [Verse 1: Avon Blocksdale] Three shots to his top, watch a p**y rock This big block goes in hard when I cook in pots I'm from a town right here and trying to roof a top Gun in hand, you are dealing with a ruthless art But they don't understand ‘til the shooting starts My gun's like a douche cleaning out a p**y They're saying I'm a beast with a drum Best call police when I come [Four-five release in the gun?] Should have kept his peace with his tongue And now rest in peace, [n***a one?] I get to blaming, nobody standing remains Looking through the bodies, you'll only find the remains [Pour up in the ‘Ville?], so that peace part of me stained Beefing ‘ll leave you slain, these s**ers hurting the game Saying your name for fame, not knowing you're one to bang Boy I'll grip and aim and print these letters in your brain R.I.P [Hook] [Verse 2: Avon Blocksdale] I dare a n***a f** with me One shot let loose, f** with me I started selling crack when my aunt died If we ain't leave them dead, we left them hog-tied A point-five will have a n***a on a lunch line I point mine at skull caps and back spines?] Ave done gave the word, it's attack time And I don't think they know the sound of a MAC round A n***a's heavy on the neck and getting back down Lito told these n***as on how we clap clowns You think [seth in the latest?], go ahead and act out That boy ‘ll leave you like Denise did the crack house Y'all speak what y'all see and try to act out I don't go back inside until the pack's out My little homie turned rat and got clapped for it I told his moms ‘rest in peace, but he asked for it' [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Lito] I don't know about three shots, ‘cause I've got thirty And one in the head ready to do a n***a dirty Shot him in his jersey, made the n***a fade away Caught him slipping on the court, nah I ain't come to play Hit him with cinco, left him by the free throw Cops can't find a k**er, hood knows it's Lito I don't play no games when it comes to the set So if you come at a n***a, hope you're coming correct ‘Cause I'll shoot up your block without breaking a sweat Or have [?] right on your neck I ain't scared to put no hole in a hater Ain't scared to let him hold something like a neighbor Just leave me alone, right now I'm trying to get this paper Don't really want to send you p**y n***as to your maker Just leave me alone, right now I'm trying to get this paper Don't really want to send you p**y n***as to your maker Motherf**er [Hook]