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3's Company (The Aggressor The Survivor The Finisher) Video (MV)






Fatal Da Cannon - 3's Company (The Aggressor The Survivor The Finisher) Lyrics




I'm the type turn depression to aggression like that shit was my profession
If niggaz ain't Kings they ain't sitting in my section
Legally it's on me only lift it for protection
Should I ever have to use it Ima click it in succession
Cuz I'm already tryna keep it cold and on the hip
To the point you don't see it when I'm rollin on the strip
But I got it for any Nigga the moment that he trip
And I doubt that Ima miss em I control it w a grip
Might be rubber might be chrome
Nigga might just survive it but he might be gone
I'm in a different energy when I write these songs
Crazy Nigga with a conscious tryna right these wrongs
But ain't a Nigga walking earth perfect and that's including me
At least I know it f*ck can these Niggaz do w me?
Nigga asked who am I? I'm like who is he!?
Just tell his ass I got the deals and give em two for three

I stood in front the disrespect without dripping sweat
Took the tension and the stress and didn't disconnect
Now I'm the plug nigga you ain't got this connect
And when you in ya own lane they can't misdirect
Niggaz see the bul and realize shit it's a threat
Shorty can't leave me alone knowing it's the sex
If it distinguish you from others f*ck it, it's a flex
You put ya mind and ya grind to it it's a Check
Now you gotta double it then you gotta triple it
Never mind these niggaz understand they gon trip a bit
They ain't pay for content but still they'll get a clip
Guaranteed the hollow touch em different like it's intimate
What the fuc is sentiment? When really you guilty til proven innocent
Keep procrastinating til you asking where the minutes went?
Let the horn sing em a song cuz this my instrument
Did it for the dolo no mentions of my affiliates

I came a long way to the point the distance further behind me
Keep my head on a swivel niggaz murderous grimey
Couple of em eat with pigs tryna serve us salami
I only move with soldiers ain't nothing nervous inside me
Never take shit personal and never make assumptions
I put my money in it then it better make us something
Return on investment prosperity or progress
Vibes tell a story and they daring me to process
I break it down in parts so it can simplify
It ain't going how I planned it I can improvise
I'm here to penetrate the system til I get inside
These Niggaz dying over bitches call it simp-a-cide
This the Carter nigga welcome to the Enterprise
Niggaz crinkle or they curl call em dinner fries
Profit maximize problems minimize
I'm only looking for currency to incentivize niggaz lies
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I'm the type turn depression to aggression like that shit was my profession
If niggaz ain't Kings they ain't sitting in my section
Legally it's on me only lift it for protection
Should I ever have to use it Ima click it in succession
Cuz I'm already tryna keep it cold and on the hip
To the point you don't see it when I'm rollin on the strip
But I got it for any Nigga the moment that he trip
And I doubt that Ima miss em I control it w a grip
Might be rubber might be chrome
Nigga might just survive it but he might be gone
I'm in a different energy when I write these songs
Crazy Nigga with a conscious tryna right these wrongs
But ain't a Nigga walking earth perfect and that's including me
At least I know it f*ck can these Niggaz do w me?
Nigga asked who am I? I'm like who is he!?
Just tell his ass I got the deals and give em two for three

I stood in front the disrespect without dripping sweat
Took the tension and the stress and didn't disconnect
Now I'm the plug nigga you ain't got this connect
And when you in ya own lane they can't misdirect
Niggaz see the bul and realize shit it's a threat
Shorty can't leave me alone knowing it's the sex
If it distinguish you from others f*ck it, it's a flex
You put ya mind and ya grind to it it's a Check
Now you gotta double it then you gotta triple it
Never mind these niggaz understand they gon trip a bit
They ain't pay for content but still they'll get a clip
Guaranteed the hollow touch em different like it's intimate
What the fuc is sentiment? When really you guilty til proven innocent
Keep procrastinating til you asking where the minutes went?
Let the horn sing em a song cuz this my instrument
Did it for the dolo no mentions of my affiliates

I came a long way to the point the distance further behind me
Keep my head on a swivel niggaz murderous grimey
Couple of em eat with pigs tryna serve us salami
I only move with soldiers ain't nothing nervous inside me
Never take shit personal and never make assumptions
I put my money in it then it better make us something
Return on investment prosperity or progress
Vibes tell a story and they daring me to process
I break it down in parts so it can simplify
It ain't going how I planned it I can improvise
I'm here to penetrate the system til I get inside
These Niggaz dying over bitches call it simp-a-cide
This the Carter nigga welcome to the Enterprise
Niggaz crinkle or they curl call em dinner fries
Profit maximize problems minimize
I'm only looking for currency to incentivize niggaz lies
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Writer: Terrance Keene, Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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