3 Shots

[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 suckers
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 pussy 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 pussy
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, [nigga 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 suckers 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

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[Verse 2: Avon Blocksdale]
I dare a nigga fuck with me
One shot let loose, fuck 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 nigga 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 nigga’s heavy on the neck and getting back down
Lito told these niggas 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’

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[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 nigga dirty
Shot him in his jersey, made the nigga 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 killer, hood knows it’s Lito
I don’t play no games when it comes to the set
So if you come at a nigga, 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 pussy niggas to your maker
Just leave me alone, right now I’m trying to get this paper
Don’t really want to send you pussy niggas to your maker
Motherfucker

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