330 (Stalley)

3, 3, 0, 3, 3, 0, here we go, 3, 3 0 Call my city out they coming with me And we gonna... these bitches split it up 50-50 Scout's honor, I'm a bomber unified No fingers crossed, no hands tied I'm bout to knock these weak niggers off the earth Got them by a landslide No tear share, cut them feelings off, it's ok to be Proud how I rap for y'all, salute, pause, cut back, and let the weapons off For a rebel... So please step it up Not a man on the moon, this ground I step on be witness classic nigger ... gasoline dreams, still lit a match... He ain't know, I be the supreme, throw them up And flagrant niggers giving away too many free throws I'm already up... When I rap to the death of me And when you see me, it will always be 330 Where I came from, out that dirt And got my game from 330 When I rap to the death of me And when you see me, it will always be 330 Where I came from, out that dirt And got my game from 330 Got so much pride in them 3 numbers Cause we be on our own... Thick tops and thicky shorts for hot summers ... if it's cold up in these corners It is and but it ain't, cause them youngers be upon yous So don't get too much in comfort Cause they always gonna wonder, what you come for, they will dump you Now let me bring it back to the peaceful side,... Name a nigger that didn't did it like me Took the milk and made it famous, shooting for the top aimless Taking out whoever ain't with them That's on my soul, I got it jumping like the... let's go The representation you been waiting for We here now, apologies if you waited long When I rap to the death of me And when you see me, it will always be 330 Where I came from, out that dirt And got my game from 330 When I rap to the death of me And when you see me, it will always be 330 Where I came from, out that dirt