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round 1 - 360 pooh lyrics

[intro]
they know who i’m riding for n*gga
put the claps on you n*ggas
don’t get scared
don’t get scared now n*gga
let’s go

[verse 1]
n*ggas say they gon’ murder meee, stop it
n*gga, i doubt it, try it
you gon’ cause a f*cking riot, you gon’ cause a f*cking crisis
all these n*ggas with me violent (ooooh!)
all yo n*ggas gon be dying, the murder rate is gon’ be higher
n*gga, this is how we like it
when it’s beef, we get excited
[interlude]
“but you can call me the can*man cause anybody can get it
africans, americans, dominicans, mexicans!
anybody can get it”
“thanks, champ. congratulations, again”
“and wait, max. aye”
(put the claps on you b*tch ass n*ggas)

[verse 2]
better watch how you approaching them
don’t trip, i got a scope for them
thеy say we ain’t smoke with them
weeks latеr, we approaching them
no lie, bro dies, roe died and we smoking him
gme, it ain’t no hope for them
k!ll anybody close to them
ain’t n0body gon blow for them
better duck and dive, run and hide
you motherf*ckers better start coaching them
everything in my verses is sick
diss us in verses, then reversing this sh*t
say you ain’t say it, boy, you nervous as sh*t
first n*gga to move is the first to get hit
h*ll a p*ssy, even worse, he a snitch
i think about it like the nerve of this b*tch
he acting like he with this murdering sh*t
but he dropping dimes like he working for sprint
you thought that was gangster to do
and yo n*ggas hanging with you
you went to court and pointed n*ggas out, you got some explaining to do
triple homicide, that’s a three*way
n*ggas better know we play
yeah b*tch, i’m never lacking
yeah b*tch, i’m still attractive
and yeah b*tch, i’m still with ck
n*ggas saying pistol that and pistol this
well, pistol whacked and pistol b*tched
then pistol lacked, then pistol hit
where the f*ck is pistol at
f*ck around and get pistol*whipped
i’ll leave the scene bl**dy red, dead
pooh’ll give them wings, redbull
my n*ggas kings, this the team
we got 30 shots, n*gga, you could get a headful
boy, you muhf*ckers clowns in the c
you n*ggas’ll drown in the c
all you gotta do is give me a time and a spot and b*tch, it’ll go down in the c
we holding it down over east
we throwing up crowns over east
y’all don’t come around over east
and i’m hearing at yo head, n*gga, is the feds, n*gga
yeah, officer brown, the police
stop with that acting, n*gga
no you not ’bout that action, n*gga
hit yo hood with a pack of n*ggas
punching n*ggas and smacking b*tches
i don’t play, violate
pro pay like a traffic ticket
we can link up or he in the cells
see you in person or i’ll see you in h*ll
[?] when i’m feeding them sh*lls
4*5, a 380, that’s kingdom in h*ll
[interlude]
it’s protecting yourself at all times
he done something dirty
we not here to cry and complain about what he did dirty or what i did dirty
i’m victorious
if he want a rematch, he can get a rematch
(goddam, man
i been on my warm up too all day, n*gga
360pooh, n*gga, what’s up
alright let’s go, i’m coming back)

[verse 3]
i’ll let that clip blast, whips crash
aw dam, man, i think he need geico
k!ll a n*gga just for thinking he psycho
30 shots, 40s, i think i need sightshow
i pull that mac out
p*ssy boy, don’t make me black out
you ain’t fire, put that match out
and i’m with vito, so don’t try to be a hero
know he gon’ blow like a crackhouse
we keep on telling them n*ggas
how the f*ck y’all wanna go to war but y’all keep on telling on n*ggas
won’t catch a body when it’s time to score
you won’t go to jail for yo n*ggas
roe died, you go hide
boy, you be running and bailing on n*ggas
shots at yo melon now you go to h*ll with yo n*ggas
[outro]
and that’s how we coming, n*gga
next one on you n*ggas
360 sh*t, n*gga
king love, big ol’ 8*9, n*gga
let’s go

- 360 pooh lyrics

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