Lyrics Blow 3 - Dark Lo feat. Ar Ab

Stuck on parole, still gettin' high
My man took a headshot, still didn't die

I'm still in the passenger, still .45
I still cause a massacre, it's still homicide
The return of the king, SK on a string

I'ma shoot first, boy Ron Harvey do his thing
Man I'm about to quit rapping, set this trap on fire

I've seen a niggas best friend, get his phone wired
A pint full of juice, a bag full of pills
I just sold a brick, only half of it real

And niggas wonder why we don't ask for a deal
I've seen a crackhouse make half of a mill

Ice in the cup, pro'ly sippin' dirty
Two guns tucked, everything thirty
Nigga what's beef?

Beef; when you can't have your kids with you
Switching cars everyday, hand on your pistol
Nah, beef is when we bump heads
Then we shoot out until we're both dead

That's real shit!
This five hundred judge got a kill switch
Everybody got a body who I deal with

If Ab point you out then I'll shoot you
Young killers wanna join the team, then I'll recruit you
Yeah, then it's blood in and blood out
I just took a duffle bag to the plug house

Nigga knocked out, stomped out, drug out
Fresh butters, true religion pockets lumped out
First shot killed him, but I shoot til it's empty
Drought time, my man turned a deuce to a Bentley

I'ma die drinking juice, I'm Pimp C
My young'un spits 16 not an MC
I'm getting high til I'm senile
Pull up, bang on you, no redial

I just bang off top, no freestyle
Bitches see my instagram like; "Please smile"
In 09 I was riding in an 09
Make the oils come together like Voltron

Bunch of killers but we come across so calm
So cool, so collected til it's go time
No deal, drop the hunnid on both wheels
Bout to turn the whole brick into Oatmeal

I'm cooking bricks, who need a fix?
Mami chick only call me when she needs some dick
I hit I-95 when I need a flip
My man robbed the whole city cause he needed it

Yeah, and I'm riding with him, I'm dying with him
It's a price on his head, then we gotta get it
Gotta bag the whole brick on one plate
I ain't did homework for a month straight

60 inch screen watching first take
Or I'm trafficking bout to slide to first base
My man got life, plus ten years
So when he die the nigga still owe ten years

O ten came home I owe five years
Threw the Mac at his dome, he owe five squares
I bailed my man out for thirteen robberies
Then he came home and caught thirteen bodies

Make me on sight you, no ifs, thens or prob'lys[?]
Free my nigga Will, nigga Murda, cousin Kazi
I seen a dope fiend getting high in an alley
And then he got clean and made a million of a molly

I seen a millionaire shoot dope in his vein
The Tec holds sixty, don't get caught up in the rain
He caught up in his hype, I get him caught up at the light
And everything coming out the water when it's right

The writing on the wall; I'm the nigga you can call
For the loud, dope, coke, pills, Lo got it all
And I ain't tryna talk if you ain't got it soft
You ain't spending a stack then you ain't gotta call

Man everybody ain't rich, you ain't gotta ball
Niggas know he a bitch, you ain't gotta fraud
Everybody rap. Can't lie, I don't like it

Everybody strapped, gon' ride, blow your light switch
Any type of beef gon' die, I'm a psychic

Load the drum, 'bout to hit a nigga, I'm excited!
They heard I'm getting money so them bitches tryna trap me
I walk around looking mean but my trigger happy

Your fam got the sad face, funeral, no case
Got away, no trace, Guccis on, no lace
Straight drop, no bake. Headshot, no face

Fuck now, no wait. Got hit, no date