Mr. Devine - 3-5-4 (Tarrentino) lyrics

[Sheek Louch] A'yo four shots let off, black truck sped off Big sh**, tryna take a motherf**in head off A'yo hold up man, let me take y'all back to the begining Let y'all know what happend that night, listen I don't even know these n***as hangin in front Usually we woulda been asked them what do they want What they came here for, this is 354 What you tryna get some gas or some sh** from the store But nobody asked these motherf**ers what do they want It was bitin, mad traffic, the first of the month It was me, Chep, Bizzy and Hit B.G. and Lickalone and yeah I think Earth was there and sh** And a few other n***as in and out of the buildin Tryin to catch every sell but not to children Got a sixty of that yack in the store in the back Chep about to go home and get more of his pack Jake ain't f**in wit us, what's the miracle n***as moms ex heads now turn spiritual Wanna preach to us talk about Christ And how f** sand, how he could bring the beach to us That's when I noticed n***as still outside Hoody on with some shades like they tryna hide So I co*ked the hammer then I walked to 'em No beef, just a friendly little talk to 'em Listen Sheek: Here we go, yo whaddup money? Guy: Yo whaddup S: What y'all n***as waitin for somebody or somethin? G: Yeah, why? S: Nah nah, I'm sayin y'all n***as got on big hoodies and sh** Yaknahmean? It's my block out here daddy I don't need blood on this sh** and all that G: It's all love, it's all good S: Aight, just checkin dog [Sheek Louch] A'yo, turns out these n***as is not from here And they got blood on they hands while they drinkin a beer They just robbed Dread and them n***as spot I told 'em they gotta get up out of here, they makin it hot That's when four shots let off, a black truck sped off Big sh**, tryna take a motherf**in head off Bombaclot, no man rob me spot, everybody here feelin me Glock They done put us in a mix now we gotta go to war with Dread and them n***as cause they think we wit these dicks Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them n***as that was standin there They f**in disappeared I cut one yardy underneath his f**in beard Still clappin, got everybody runnin scared They ain't backin down and we ain't b**hin n***as comin out the house with the hitchelin under the michelin Throwin back a clip or two You would think we went to war with Colin Powells crew Police comin now but we don't give a f** Rhas' tryna grab all his n***as in the truck That's what I get for lettin n***as blend in And they ain't really wit us, n***as really tryna get us I keep my Glock not givin a f** But the bullsh** is we still gotta watch for that truck [Sheek Louch] Yaknahmean, y'all n***as remember that night dog? Only B.G. had his gun on him man, word up Styles P had his gun on him Besides that n***as was f**in naked man Yall n***as didn't stop it man n***as had the drop on us kid If homeboy didn't come thru, if he didn't come thru And silence those guns dog, we woulda been sick Check it out though, I know them f*ggot a** n***as kid You know what the f** I'm talkin about n***as just bought them sh**s, that's why we had all them hammers Besides that man, word up man, no wing n***as around us dog If you ain't a motherf**in friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go n***as is grimey man, it's D-Block for real man You think these n***as don't want what we got? f** yeah they want it That sh** we be rappin about All that sh** we be f**in drivin around, these n***as is hungry man I got somethin for that belly though