(feat. Dinco D, Sadat X) Yes y'all, the sounds you're about to hear, is devestatin to your ear Chris Lowe, Sadat X, and Dinco D is here Treacherous 3, two-thousand and one Chris Lowe (Sadat X) (and Dinco D) [We're like the treacherous, treacherous, treacherous three] [Gonna rock it from the bottom, rock it from the bottom] [Rock it from the bottom to the T-O-P] [Verse One: Chris Lowe] I'm Chris Lowe, no doubt that's me A brother you don't see on no TV In the streets like the trash pilin up on yo' {ass} (uh-huh) A simple 12 inch, yeah you see it's a cinch You ain't really heard a style like mine in a while Smoother than a glass of milk boy (jot that down) Top choice with my voice, advice is so precise This {nigga} so nice he got ice up in his dice It really ain't a thing when we start to roll Like money breakin players, that got a whole lotta soul So don't make no mistake when you talkin to Chris If you aimin for my body, you bet' not miss [Verse Two: Sadat X] I'm, old New York like vice and gaming Lay up with skins do a little dab of scramblin My {nigga} hop off the turnpike Take the woods and see deer, you got the woods we gettin it there With green, a magazine, and some beer I'm calculated to that one point [explosion] And I can pinpoint crabs My heart turn black from {shit} like that A six pack can't stop these slugs (never) You lamp all day with broads, come downstairs late and get grilled, for bein unskilled Yo' physical build, got me beat by a hundred pounds So imagine where I'm takin it (understand) I see the branches fallin, off my family tree But I gotta keep it movin cause the next could be me The 'Dat-father, know me, understand me Demand me fo' retail And help a {nigga} get a sale The Book of X, third chapter, first verse Says before I thirst I'll burst, and that'll be worse My emotions range from lust to hate I'm fragile right now, that's why I made y'all wait But when I'm ready let y'all, I'ma give y'all the date But a {nigga} gets speedier when I grab off the plate [Verse Three: Dinco D] I coulda hit you with a pistolwhip or shot you with a needle Aim for your heart through your ears until I see you It's the, D as in Dinco like, D as in Dinc so It's me, Sadat X and the one Chris Lowe Doin the math from 2 AM to 2 in the aft' So many could be in the game but be an {ass} Perpetual jetstreams from links (?) I lock on my teams like Fred (?) Remember my face in the dark as well as the light It shines on ya sons and moonlights ya wife See the next night in the bedpiece there's a moment of silence Right before she says she's been raped by my comments My dominance develops, swellin in ya melon You just can't elope in the court, where I'm the felon As big as the next two scoops to raise-on Flipped it from beneath all the boards I played on [explosion]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Dinco D, Sadat X) Yes y'all, the sounds you're about to hear, is devestatin to your ear Chris Lowe, Sadat X, and Dinco D is here Treacherous 3, two-thousand and one Chris Lowe (Sadat X) (and Dinco D) [We're like the treacherous, treacherous, treacherous three] [Gonna rock it from the bottom, rock it from the bottom] [Rock it from the bottom to the T-O-P] [Verse One: Chris Lowe] I'm Chris Lowe, no doubt that's me A brother you don't see on no TV In the streets like the trash pilin up on yo' {ass} (uh-huh) A simple 12 inch, yeah you see it's a cinch You ain't really heard a style like mine in a while Smoother than a glass of milk boy (jot that down) Top choice with my voice, advice is so precise This {nigga} so nice he got ice up in his dice It really ain't a thing when we start to roll Like money breakin players, that got a whole lotta soul So don't make no mistake when you talkin to Chris If you aimin for my body, you bet' not miss [Verse Two: Sadat X] I'm, old New York like vice and gaming Lay up with skins do a little dab of scramblin My {nigga} hop off the turnpike Take the woods and see deer, you got the woods we gettin it there With green, a magazine, and some beer I'm calculated to that one point [explosion] And I can pinpoint crabs My heart turn black from {shit} like that A six pack can't stop these slugs (never) You lamp all day with broads, come downstairs late and get grilled, for bein unskilled Yo' physical build, got me beat by a hundred pounds So imagine where I'm takin it (understand) I see the branches fallin, off my family tree But I gotta keep it movin cause the next could be me The 'Dat-father, know me, understand me Demand me fo' retail And help a {nigga} get a sale The Book of X, third chapter, first verse Says before I thirst I'll burst, and that'll be worse My emotions range from lust to hate I'm fragile right now, that's why I made y'all wait But when I'm ready let y'all, I'ma give y'all the date But a {nigga} gets speedier when I grab off the plate [Verse Three: Dinco D] I coulda hit you with a pistolwhip or shot you with a needle Aim for your heart through your ears until I see you It's the, D as in Dinco like, D as in Dinc so It's me, Sadat X and the one Chris Lowe Doin the math from 2 AM to 2 in the aft' So many could be in the game but be an {ass} Perpetual jetstreams from links (?) I lock on my teams like Fred (?) Remember my face in the dark as well as the light It shines on ya sons and moonlights ya wife See the next night in the bedpiece there's a moment of silence Right before she says she's been raped by my comments My dominance develops, swellin in ya melon You just can't elope in the court, where I'm the felon As big as the next two scoops to raise-on Flipped it from beneath all the boards I played on [explosion]
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