PH Brodie - 333 (Letter to My Dawg) Lyrics

(Big Sam on the beat, ya heard?)
(This a letter to my dawg, for all my niggas down the road)
(Uh, uh, uh)
I came out clean when I walked through the flame
Now they remember my name
Appreciate life I dun been through the pain
Knowing one day it's gon' change, uh
A couple of niggas had caught 'em some stains
You know them niggas gon' hate
A couple of battles I had to go face
Beat the odds I know that I'm great
This for my dawgs who stuck in streets
Tryna get something to eat
Strap tucked under the seat, he won't take him no defeats
He gon' show 'em that ain't nun sweet
He stretching if that nigga reach, he folding 'em just like a seat
The bullets drain him like a leech, uh
You talk to the bosses of bosses, capeesh
You know how they coming for me
I'm with robbers and killers and G's
And hustlers getting them P's off
We send a blitz at all of the schemes
Ain't no finessing the team
He a big cap like Kareem
You know I be chasing that cream huh
Speaking of cream he dirty up cream soda
Want him a green Rover, Wocklean in green soda
Moving like king cobra
Better look over yo' shoulder
Ain't no limit when it come to master P's
That boy is a straight soldier
Been crossed up in the field, I get it
Whatever I'm with, he with it
I tell him go get 'em, he get 'em
He send 'em
(I came out clean)
I came out clean when I walked through the flame
Now they remember my name
I appreciate life I dun been through the pain
Knowing one day it's gon' change, uh
A couple of niggas had caught 'em some stains
You know them niggas gon' hate
A couple of battles I had to go face
Beat the odds I know that I'm great
This for my dawgs who stuck in streets
Tryna get something to eat
Strap tucked under the seat, he won't take him no defeats
He gon' show 'em that ain't nun sweet
He stretching if that nigga reach, he folding 'em just like a seat
The bullets drain him like a leech, uh
He say he do it all just for the passion
He run into 'em then they clashing
He lit him up like I said action
It was done in remarkable fashion
100-yards them bullets was dashing
He ain't stingy he letting him have it
After he clapped him that nigga start bragging
I told you this youngin' a savage
He shooting like he got something to prove
I told him you got way too much to lose
Under the sun, ain't nothing new
Guess this the route that he choose
I told him to chill, he told he will, but I know that he won't
I told him I did, everything that I did, so y'all niggas don't
I told him to chill, he said that he will, but I know that he won't
I told him I did, everything that I did, so y'all niggas don't
(I came out clean)
I came out clean when I walked through the flame
Now they remember my name
I appreciate life I dun been through the pain
Knowing one day it's gon' change, uh
A couple of niggas had caught 'em some stains
You know them niggas gon' hate
A couple of battles I had to go face
Beat the odds I know that I'm great
This for my dawgs who stuck in streets
Tryna get something to eat
Strap tucked under the seat, he won't take him no defeats
He gon' show 'em that ain't nun sweet
He stretching if that nigga reach, he folding 'em just like a seat
The bullets drain him like a leech
(Bullets, draining like he a-)
(Bullet-bullet, bullet draining like)
(Like he a leech, Bullets-bullets draining him like he leech)

(Big Sam on the beat, ya heard?)
(This a letter to my dawg, for all my niggas down the road)
(Uh, uh, uh)
I came out clean when I walked through the flame
Now they remember my name
Appreciate life I dun been through the pain
Knowing one day it's gon' change, uh
A couple of niggas had caught 'em some stains
You know them niggas gon' hate
A couple of battles I had to go face
Beat the odds I know that I'm great
This for my dawgs who stuck in streets
Tryna get something to eat
Strap tucked under the seat, he won't take him no defeats
He gon' show 'em that ain't nun sweet
He stretching if that nigga reach, he folding 'em just like a seat
The bullets drain him like a leech, uh
You talk to the bosses of bosses, capeesh
You know how they coming for me
I'm with robbers and killers and G's
And hustlers getting them P's off
We send a blitz at all of the schemes
Ain't no finessing the team
He a big cap like Kareem
You know I be chasing that cream huh
Speaking of cream he dirty up cream soda
Want him a green Rover, Wocklean in green soda
Moving like king cobra
Better look over yo' shoulder
Ain't no limit when it come to master P's
That boy is a straight soldier
Been crossed up in the field, I get it
Whatever I'm with, he with it
I tell him go get 'em, he get 'em
He send 'em
(I came out clean)
I came out clean when I walked through the flame
Now they remember my name
I appreciate life I dun been through the pain
Knowing one day it's gon' change, uh
A couple of niggas had caught 'em some stains
You know them niggas gon' hate
A couple of battles I had to go face
Beat the odds I know that I'm great
This for my dawgs who stuck in streets
Tryna get something to eat
Strap tucked under the seat, he won't take him no defeats
He gon' show 'em that ain't nun sweet
He stretching if that nigga reach, he folding 'em just like a seat
The bullets drain him like a leech, uh
He say he do it all just for the passion
He run into 'em then they clashing
He lit him up like I said action
It was done in remarkable fashion
100-yards them bullets was dashing
He ain't stingy he letting him have it
After he clapped him that nigga start bragging
I told you this youngin' a savage
He shooting like he got something to prove
I told him you got way too much to lose
Under the sun, ain't nothing new
Guess this the route that he choose
I told him to chill, he told he will, but I know that he won't
I told him I did, everything that I did, so y'all niggas don't
I told him to chill, he said that he will, but I know that he won't
I told him I did, everything that I did, so y'all niggas don't
(I came out clean)
I came out clean when I walked through the flame
Now they remember my name
I appreciate life I dun been through the pain
Knowing one day it's gon' change, uh
A couple of niggas had caught 'em some stains
You know them niggas gon' hate
A couple of battles I had to go face
Beat the odds I know that I'm great
This for my dawgs who stuck in streets
Tryna get something to eat
Strap tucked under the seat, he won't take him no defeats
He gon' show 'em that ain't nun sweet
He stretching if that nigga reach, he folding 'em just like a seat
The bullets drain him like a leech
(Bullets, draining like he a-)
(Bullet-bullet, bullet draining like)
(Like he a leech, Bullets-bullets draining him like he leech)