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From The Dirt Lyrics - Artist : 3MFrench
[3MFrench:]
What I'm spittin', what I'm livin' and it's all facts
You think we slippin' keep your distance 'cause we all strapped
In all black hunnid shootas and they all clap
I'm all that, so if they diss I bet they call back
It's 3M, free my dawgs and free my... demons
It's 3M, aye

So what I'm spittin', what I'm livin', and it's all facts
You think we slippin', keep your distance 'cause we all strapped
In all black, hunnid shootas and they all clap
I'm all that, so if they diss I bet they call back
I told my hooyo, no words will give us one day
The jail is dense, I can't slip up in the wrong place
We don't play, getting money since a young age
Feds are tryna to lock us up 'cause we are gonna' make it one day

Damn, they hit my block up with' a R.I.C.O
I'm on d-low
I'm screaming free my dawgs and people
Keep a .45
Keep six just like it's celo
Skurt Lambo trucks up in the UK shout out Chico
But fuck it, I might just check the plug in Puerto Rico
I told my nigga TwoTwo we gon' blow just like a C4
Pengz was 'bout to touch I told him we gonna get this legal
Taurus with the tall up, I just got a desert eagle
3M on me dancin' different colors like a disco
I swear the oppas hate it when I'm flexin' up with big bro
It's Triple, FN strong enough to take a hippo
Fuck it, I might just get the drop right through his mizzle
Broski going crazy, lost his trial end up guilty
My youngins going crazy, comin' back with glizzies filthy
Bitches think we fuckin', might be crazy I'm too picky
Keep a blicky 'cause trust me the streets it get sticky

So what I'm spittin', what I'm livin', and it's all facts
You think we slippin', keep your distance 'cause we all strapped
In all black, hunnid shootas and they all clap
I'm all that, so if they diss I bet they call back
I told my hooyo, no words will give us one day
The jail is dense, I can't slip up in the wrong place
We don't play, getting money since a young age
Feds are tryna to lock us up 'cause we are gonna' make it one day

[Road Runner:]
I told my hooya, we gonna make it just wait
I come from poverty and struggle lot's of gun play
They killed my nigga, I know I'ma see him one day
My trap house jumpin' from the Monday to the Sunday
The streets are crazy man, it's lethal
We take a bird and fly it, man, it's faster than a eagle
My broski said you rappin', I'm just tryin' keep it legal
I told him I can't do dirt, tell the opps send us equal
Yo, thirty shots up in my glizzy, pussy fall back
Hunnid bands of selling cocaine, yeah I'm all that
We see a opp on range then you know we halal that
Them killers take your life like they was on a contract

[3MFrench:]
So what I'm spittin', what I'm livin', and it's all facts
You think we slippin', keep your distance 'cause we all strapped
In all black, hunnid shootas and they all clap
I'm all that, so if they diss I bet they call back
I told my hooyo, no words will give us one day
The jail is dense, I can't slip up in the wrong place
We don't play, getting money since a young age
Feds are tryna to lock us up 'cause we are gonna' make it one day

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