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3 - 15 - a-1 thee assas'n lyrics

a*1 thee assas’n * “3 * 15” feat. og eddie mf kane

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kane: you know what i’m sayin? this your boy eddie kane. i just came to tell y ‘all once again we here in this b*tch, there’s nothing you can do about it. i hope you try to do something about it, cause you will get burned. cause this is hot like lava, you know what i’m saying, nothing else hotter. bhm. eddie kane. a*weeze. let’s go!!!

assas’n (verse 1): for this 3 *15, i got three 16’s. but you only gettin two of em, i show mercy. all you weak mcs will never impress me. you as unique as another grain of sand on the beach. haaaa!!! now hold up, wait a minutе. because you gotta admit it, i handle businеss, in your mouth like a dentist. and then i’m out. my mac automatic, i pull em out. they don’t speak. no doubt. you b*tches know what i’m bout. getting money, lil’ dummy, sh*t’s funny to me. you n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t and now you running from me. when you see me. having my reputation ain’t easy, they plottin’, they tryna k!ll me because they see me on tv, what the f*ck? you n*ggas pressing your luck. i’ll be d*mned if i go unde, no wonder i get the bucks like i do. you f*ck n*ggas lose. my gun is bis*xual cause it plug n*ggas too!! yahh, yahh

kane: hey n*gga. i know you heard that sh*t you better respect that sh*t, you know what i’m talking about, that’s a *wheezy, the god d*mn me assassin you know what i’m talking about? burnin you b*tches, i told you, from the motherf*ckin jump, but you did not wanna listen. so… you got shot. with some h*llafied heat. b*tches

assas’n (verse 2): here we go again, murder with a pad and a pen. but keep talkin that sh*t and it’s your house i’m runnin up in. guaranteed. my clique is immaculate, plus my aim is so accurate, if i’m puffing, i’m passing it to the left, n*gga, west coast!! we got the best, dro. and if you play it’s close you gon regret it when my folks come through. my family full of goons. i’ll introduce yo m*th*ph*ckkin fo’ head to the bottom of my shoe. b*tch, a*1 refuse to lose. i ain’t never trust them dudes. on the job i carry tools, but not a hammer or a screw. get it? you better play it cool. or you’ll be floating in your backyard pool till your wifey and kids find you. you b*tch you. i got some issues. my gun talking to me, telling me to come get you. my n*gga rough up the speaker carried the nine millimeter. them bullets hollow, leave you paraplegic. i bring doom!!!

kane: no more bullsh*t. if your m*th*ph*ckkin ass ain’t got it, don’t m*th*ph*ckkin f*ck with us. it’s bhm til the death, n*gga. we ain’t playing with not nair a one of you m*th*ph*ckkas. we keep it a hunnit percent gangsta around this b*tch. we got talent. and we got the time to burn you m*th*ph*ckkas. remember that sh*t, n*gga. this your boy eddie m*th*ph*ckkin kane. i’m out this b*tch. a1, bhm, g .i. ginn. we all in this m*th*ph*ckka, we due our due. and sh*t, we gon’ get paid, baby. until then, we see you. we out. peace

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