D-3 Niggaz Lyrics

D-3 Niggaz lyrics

[Ake]



I won't stop I won't quit, till these niggaz admit



That I'm the shit, platinum placks everytime that I spit



I'm on this mic and on a mission, cause I gotta get mine



And if a nigga 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, niggaz stop and rewind



I'm still that Dirty 3rd Nigga, that squeeze Dirty 3rd triggers



And if you ask me what I'm bout, I tell the world I'm bout my figures



Fuck you haters, y'all ain't nothing but mini men



I'm trying to keep my shit folding, while you stack your fin's man



And I ain't even playing, yeah I'm down with my killas



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 shit and I wreck



I never spit whack, man don't make Ake a tech



But when Ake a tech nigga, 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 nigga he fought



I seen some shit, 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 kill



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 nigga 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



Nigga 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 motherfucker 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



Cock 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 bitch 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 skill



So that I may gain perfection, and that's reeeeeal







(*talking*)



Yeah, Big Rob the Rhino



FK2K3, real man