From the recordings ** The Type Of Shit I Ride To !!! ** (private exclusive) and 3 - 15 (single)
Watch the "3 - 15" music video right here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnEz4TwizNU
Lyrics
A-1 THEE ASSAS'N - "3 - 15" feat. OG EDDIE MF KANE
Tag: Mr. RuffUpDaSpeaker
Kane: You know what I'm sayin? This your boy Eddie Kane. I just came to tell y 'all once again we here in this bitch, there's nothing you can do about it. I hope you try to do something about it, cause you will get burned. Cause this is hot like lava, you know what I'm saying, nothing else hotter. BHM. Eddie Kane. A-Weeze. Let's go!!!
[verse 1]
Assas'n: For this 3 -15, I got three 16's. But you only gettin two of em, I show mercy. All you weak MCs will never impress me. You as unique as another grain of sand on the beach. Haaaa!!! Now hold up, wait a minute. Because you gotta admit it, I handle business, in your mouth like a dentist. And then I'm out. My Mac automatic, I pull em out. They don't speak. No doubt. You bitches know what I'm bout. Getting money, lil' dummy, shit's funny to me. You niggas talk a lot of shit and now you running from me. When you see me. Having my reputation ain't easy, they plottin', they tryna kill me Because they see me on TV, what the fuck? You niggas pressing your luck. I'll be damned if I go under, No wonder I get the bucks like I do. You fuck niggas lose. My gun is bisexual cause it plug niggas too!! Yahh, Yahh
Kane: Hey nigga. I know you heard that shit You better respect that shit, you know what I'm talking about, That's A -wheezy, the god damn me assassin You know what I'm talking about? Burnin you bitches, I told you, from the muthaphuckkin jump, But you did not wanna listen. So... you got shot. With some hellafied heat. Bitches.
[verse 2]
Assas'n: Here we go again, murder with a pad and a pen. But keep talkin that shit and it's your house I'm runnin up in. Guaranteed. My clique is immaculate, plus my aim is so accurate, If I'm puffing, I'm passing it to the left, Nigga, West coast!! We got the best, dro. And if you play it's close You gon regret it when my folks come through. My family full of goons. I'll introduce yo muthaphuckkin fo' head to the bottom of my shoe. Bitch, A-1 refuse to lose. I ain't never trust them dudes. On the job I carry tools, but not a hammer or a screw. Get it? You better play it cool. Or you'll be floating in your backyard pool Till your wifey and kids find you. You bitch you. I got some issues. My gun talking to me, telling me to come get you. My nigga rough up the speaker Carried the nine millimeter. Them bullets hollow, leave you paraplegic. I bring doom!!!
Kane: No more bullshit. If your muthaphuckkin ass ain't got it, Don't muthaphuckkin fuck with us. It's BHM til the death, nigga. We ain't playing with not nair a one of you muthaphuckkas. We keep it a hunnit percent gangsta around this bitch. We got talent. And we got the time to burn you muthaphuckkas. Remember that shit, nigga. This your boy Eddie muthaphuckkin Kane. I'm out this bitch. A1, BHM, G .I. Ginn. We all in this muthaphuckka, we due our due. And shit, we gon' get paid, baby. Until then, we see you. We out. Peace