catch you slippin' - three sides lyrics
[intro: ?]
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
[verse 1: ?]
if you be a motherf*ckin’ three sides member
unlock the door, put down the [?] and let me go in and
enter your f*ckin’ brain, and make it change, ’cause b*tch you ain’t hard
another outlaw ass n*gga roasted trick from the start
give me the mic and let me blow it up like you was the bomb n*ggas
don’t run, we didn’t even come strapped with the gun
so we goin’ up in this soulless sh*t, and have a little fun
it ain’t all about the shootin’ and the k!llin’
it’s about if you willin’ and dealin’
and never drop a loaded, silly
[?] not afraid to show your f*ckin’ [?]
’cause if you don’t, these motherf*ckin’ n*ggas in [?]
have you f*ckin’ around with a hoe, [?]
that’s why a n*gga like me, i never start sh*t
but if i do the whole crew is goin’ up in this sh*t
you better get my respect, [?]
if you like a motherf*cker [?], break it
[chorus: ?]
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
[verse 2: ?]
i’m ready to come back on you hoes, with my big brown boots
i’m ready to catch that n*gga slippin’ ’cause he tested my pimpin’
thank god no time for no b*tch, ’cause a b*tch talkin’ sh*t
i payed no mind to that b*tch, cut that hole in your chest
you talkin’ about bombin’ on this clique, you best to come your [?]
it’s three n*ggas buckwild, ready to f*ck you up
so what’s up, n*gga, you wanna test my pickup?
but when i catch you, gotta pull the trigger
don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
[verse 3: ?]
[?] motherf*cker, you don’t wanna test
and at the same time, constantly rippin’ holes in your chest
we makin’ money takin’ over, it’s that three sides cl!ck
[?] from you b*tches, ’cause we droppin’ ’em in ditches
if you ghetto [?], don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
[outro: wild child]
yeah, this the n*gga wild child, [?] three sides
don’t let my motherf*ckin’ boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
walkin’ through the hood straight trippin’
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, don’t let my boys catch you slippin’
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