Triple Threat - R.I.P. lyrics

Product of the ghetto
Three Jokers like Romero, Nicholson and Leto
Real kind, yea we blast on the instrumental
Smiling teeth behind bandannas
And influential and I’m mental at the same
Time make it special
Rhyme my rhymes like bullet holes
Fuck the pen & pencil
Make casualty out of foes
Body make a stencil for the sidewalk chalk
They said he had potential but he dead now
That’s the story of the competition
The bitches don’t exist in the mix
Of any music I listen
It’s like divine intervention
But can you separate the trill from
The ill that’s the question g’s up
Fuck hoes always been the same
Since forever in a day
Ain’t a damn thing changed and
The motherfuckin’ music gon' play
(Three fingers in the air) Give
A fuck what they say

Thugs, Felons, Hoods, G’s
Stay the day loaded and we’ll
Make you rep the beat
Anybody want some? Killas, rough necks
Even baby G better show the 3 some respect
Anybody steppin’ better lay down
If you feelin’ some kind of way now
We'll leave everybody dead, oh
RIP just like the motherfuckin’ soul said

Light the end of the weed up
And let the trunk pop
Turn your front lawn into a
Hood store parking lot
I got the beat bangin’ like blue jeans
Hotter than the buffalo sauce
Without the Blue Cheese
I said I ain’t fly no more
I got the new wings
I got ‘em all watchin’ how we do things
Changing up the routines
Aw, you ain’t fuckin' with the new team
I don’t give a fuck how you doing
I just want to find out
Where you stand, start shooting
Fuck arguing i got no time for it
I’d rather get my dick sucked
And just ignore it I get for it
'Cause your writing a check and your
Mouth get paid for it
I’ll bitch slap your lips back
Snap quick like Kit Kat's
You’re on my galaxy like I was Chris Pratt
I wanna fuck, where your bitch at
Better put a leash on it or
We’re gon' have a mishap

Thugs, Felons, Hoods, G’s
Stay the day loaded and we’ll
Make you rep the beat
Anybody want some? Killas, rough necks
Even baby G better show the 3 some respect
Anybody steppin’ better lay down
If you feelin’ some kind of way now
We'll leave everybody dead, oh
RIP just like the motherfuckin’ soul said

Put your eyes forward, triple threat
Get it lit man every set, where they at
Fuck the bitches actin' hostile
Bible ain't no rival in the team
Put your three fingers up if
You fuckin' with me
East side, I still claim, ain't a tight ass
Somebody turned up dead in the
Basement - nothin’ changed
Think we in the same lane highly confused
Four second story tellin' got
Me mildly amused
But like every politician you’re
Abusing your power
Time to hit the pot, or better yet
Hit the showers you's some cowards
What you’d thought I’d stay back – never that
The credit's on the block bringin’
Sevens on the track
You bitches still like the debt
Thought you accept
Representin’ what I think somebody
Always get the grip
Rest in Peace with your edit's
Who discredit the fam
Triple threat is back and we
Ain’t even going ham

Thugs, Felons, Hoods, G’s
Stay the day loaded and we’ll
Make you rep the beat
Anybody want some? Killas, rough necks
Even baby G better show the 3 some respect
Anybody steppin’ better lay down
If you feelin’ some kind of way now
We'll leave everybody dead, oh
RIP just like the motherfuckin’ soul said

Thugs, Felons, Hoods, G’s
Stay the day loaded and we’ll
Make you rep the beat
Anybody want some? Killas, rough necks
Even baby G better show the 3 some respect
Anybody steppin’ better lay down
If you feelin’ some kind of way now
We'll leave everybody dead, oh
RIP just like the motherfuckin’ soul said