2nd To The 3rd Letter

Текст песни T-Nutty - 2nd To The 3rd Letter

Look, I'm from the left coast
Representin' that third letter of reputable gangstas
That's makin' these niggas choose they words better
Blue tux match that blue bandana
Catch me dippin' through your set but it's not Juelz Santana
It's that factor, man, your nigga T. Nutty Nut
Yeah, I'm from Sacramento, G, now we industry
But when they go bad, we back the cane
Now lookin' for change, 'cause I go for the big loot
You can be the coldest nigga, but I bet I'll melt your igloo
Tryin' to get my issue, you gon' need a little bit more than tissue
When it hit you, I'm grimy like a toothbrush without the bristle

Might even see me in San Francisco fuckin' with Messy Marv
'Cause I'm blessed with bars
And a little nigga that's thorough, so roll the next cigar
They flexin' hard, tryin' to intimidate like a bear stance
In the process of elimination, niggas turn to squares, man
Catch you in that caravan, slippin' without your pass
I got them type of little niggas that'll creep up on you without the mask

And it don't matter where you from, what about your state?
We gang bangin' second and third letter of the alphabet
It's the system, you can ride or be a victim
From the Gordon block to the Eddy Street, my niggas with that instinct

And it don't matter where you from, what about your state?
We gang bangin' second and third letter of the alphabet
It's the system, you can ride or be a victim
From the Gordon block to the Eddy Street, my niggas with that instinct

I'm a gangsta rapper, I spit that gangsta shit
For all the dogs that's hollin' blood and all the gangstas that's hollin' crip
Keep it G, nigga, no backflippin', no switch hittin'
That real blood and that real crippin'
On some money shit, no set trippin'
Red Chucks to match the red bandana
Chips hop off the banana, make you dance like Hammer, nigga

Red Chucks to match the red bandana
Chips hop off the banana, make you dance like hammer
What's up, blood? I'm a gangsta rapper, I spit this gangsta shit
For the gangsta crips and blood niggas
That mug niggas and plug niggas
Only real niggas like to fuck with us
Gordon block nut factors up
I'm next to Bo and X-Rated, I don't just be actin' tough

Some niggas claim they with us because they got a couple in taxes stuffed
I got that type of shit to back them up and yellin' that's enough
The second and third letter, you thought that we would've learned better
But this one's for the G's to earn them cheddar
You know what I'm sayin'?

And it don't matter where you from, what about your state?
We gang bangin' second and third letter of the alphabet
It's the system, you can ride or be a victim
From the Gordon block to the Eddy Street, my niggas with that instinct

And it don't matter where you from, what about your state?
We gang bangin' second and third letter of the alphabet
It's the system, you can ride or be a victim
From the Gordon block to the Eddy Street, my niggas with that instinct

I'm from the right coast, representin' that second letter
Reputable gangsta that's makin' these niggas choose their words better
Red Chucks, red sweats, white tee, red fitted, diamond rider
Don't get it twisted 'cause blood, I'm with it
Click clackin' man, puttin' it down
Representin' that blood, that subuk mentality
Don't none of my niggas fuck with the club
These sucka niggas ain't gang related

These niggas don't know nothin' 'bout that, y'all
Where everything is segregated
Yeah, T-Nut the homie, I fuck with cuz
Ask the homie 'bout Messy Marv and Crip
Gon' say you fuck with blood
Nigga, ain't no money in that other shit
We some other shit, lil' nigga, blood
On everything, we ain't feelin' niggas
Bloodline, the Gordon block, we jumpin' out and we killin' niggas
Catch me in that caravan without your pass
Got them type of lil' niggas that creep on you without that mask

And it don't matter where you from, what about your state?
We gang bangin' second and third letter of the alphabet
It's the system, you can ride or be a victim
From the Gordon block to the Eddy Street, my niggas with that instinct

And it don't matter where you from, what about your state?
We gang bangin' second and third letter of the alphabet
It's the system, you can ride or be a victim
From the Gordon block to the Eddy Street, my niggas with that instinct