3-16's (Screwed)

Surprise nigga, it's Joseph McVey in the flesh
Don't tell me y'all can't remember me
I was the egghead that was poorly dressed
I never said much, our dawg was able to hide it, life had me fed up
I couldn't wait for the day I got my
First burner, eager to let that lead bust
It was a head rush and ever since then
A gun split wigs, the fist split chins
I ain't come here to make friends, if you
Cool, cool, if not, get off my dick then
I'm that nigga that never made a radio song
But yet I hear myself each time I turn my radio on
Of course, by far, I'm the most gangsta
Nigga J. Prince is ever gon' sign
And nigga, my shows be sold out, 2
30 In the morning, it's still a line
For the niggas and bitches tryna get
In, I watch 'em push and they pull
Ain't nobody ever had connection this full
Y'all niggas snitch when y'all get
Caught up, I just put pigs on a payroll
It's a handsome ransom, we can smoke right here 'cause they say so
Y'all niggas don't really know me, y'all just know a nigga songs
It's on you, I could be the man that
Shake your hand and crack your dome, bitch

That's right, motherfucker, I'm serious
This is one of three sixteens
Motherfucker, I'm serious
This is one of three sixteens
Punk ass niggas, I'm serious
This is one of three sixteens
Screwed Up Click, nigga, I'm serious
And this has been one of three sixteens

I'm on the way so tell the hood don't trip
I'm doin' 90 through the gutter, gettin' head in the whip
The tip of these hollow clips the same color as Crips
If I let 'em loose, they'll have you practicin' the art of a flip
Only positive message I got is stay the fuck out my face
'Fore I leave you swole up, lookin'
Like Timberland fresh off the weights
I don't need to expand shit, bitch, I'm content with my space
I get more ass than half these rap niggas get ass on they face
I'm ghetto rich, bitch, I don't give a fuck about Forbes
I'm in the hood more than a Asian be in Honda Accords
They say my temper got the qualities of a bad entertainer
I'm a fuckin' asshole, stupid ass, that's a no-brainer
They told me to keep it cool but I tell 'em I keep it me
If it wasn't for the street shit, tell me what the fuck I would be
I wasn't raised by no Russell Simmons, I was raised by the G's
Tryna take the nigga out of me, nigga
Please, get the fuck out of here

I'm serious, this is two of three sixteens
I'm serious, this is two of three sixteens
Motherfucker, I'm serious, this is two of three sixteens
I'm serious, this is two of three sixteens

This the invincible, it's nothin' that I can't do
Flow sick, the kid need St. Jude
These silicone clones can't stand a G
Lyrical manslaughter my reason for insanity
Fake rappers, I do this shit with a passion
Teflon clothed and wear guns as a fashion
Breath of fresh air, Rap-A-Lot's new breed
Joe Pesci paper, mob money, make your crew bleed
Strap on my lap, kush in my 'rello wrap
Hardbody music, this ain't no Jello rap
Ridin' dirty with number three on repeat
We three assholes with Pimp C on the beat
Keep the heat on the seat, these Po City streets cold
Livin' by the G code, my niggas in beast mode
Call the coroner 'cause bulletproof killin' 'em
These niggas weaker than Smirnoff and I ain't feelin' 'em

Nah, motherfucker, I'm serious
And this is three of three sixteens
Bitch, nigga, I'm serious
And this is three of three sixteens
Trae, Z-Ro, these niggas hoes and I know it
And this is three of three sixteens
Yeah, motherfucker, I'm serious
I hope you enjoyed these three sixteens
Bitch