"Death Comes In Threes" lyrics
(from "Power Book III: Raising Kanan, Season 4" soundtrack)
Who's this by the door? Dressed in velour?
Look through the peephole, just to make sure (Who that?)
Could've been them niggas that I robbed back before
Gun by the bed, blunt ashes on the floor
I lift up the sheets, then I grab the piece
I can't be the next one here that's deceased
I just see a mask, I'm hearing foot squeaks
Turn the door knob, then I slowly reach
It's my nigga, Shey, from back in the day
They tried to set me up, so he let me know the play
It's two bitter niggas, they just in the way
So pass me the gun, ain't too much more to say
I get up in the car, then I turn the key
Death is in the air, I can smell the breeze
One in the head, I'ma do this shit with ease
Niggas took the work, now it's time to make them bleed
Look, as I turn the corner, I'm thinking he a goner
The block real hot, got it feeling like a sauna
I don't really fear dude, Shey like, "I hear you"
I can see him now as he walking in the rearview
Soon as I spot him, I'm going to red dot him
He tapped me on the shoulder like, "I think we got a problem
There's a lot of tension, but I forgot to mention
I know you want him dead but he working with the feds"
So if you're working with the cops, now we on the block
Why ain't you tell me that when we was back up at the spot?
The whole situation really got me hot
It really got me thinking, "Is my homie trying to plot?"
Something seems shady, my boy trying to play me
I've known him since five, I don't think he will betray me
Now I'm going crazy, it really got me mad
At that very moment, Shey lifting up his badge
Man, I knew this was a setup, told him keep his head up
Another ex-best friend that I got to wet up
You working with Jake, now this gun I got to fire
Touching on his chest just looking for a wire
He like, "Nigga, stop it, I had to be honest
I'm still on your side, home boy, I promise
I know it looks bad but I'm down for the body
But since he's 5-0, I just can't make it sloppy"
So how we going to do this? 'Cause, nigga, I ain't stupid
Stick to the script, make it look legit
Shey said, "Bet! When I make the arrest
If he fights back, shoot him and we'll call it self-defense"
So I grab the TEC, up early in the morning
Shot them both down and I ain't even give Shey a warning
You know the lifestyle, I'll rest one with ease
Shot two niggas down, death comes in threes
Nigga
It's Rilla
Rest in peace, Shey
Two niggas, one ditch
No fingerprints
Look through the peephole, just to make sure (Who that?)
Could've been them niggas that I robbed back before
Gun by the bed, blunt ashes on the floor
I lift up the sheets, then I grab the piece
I can't be the next one here that's deceased
I just see a mask, I'm hearing foot squeaks
Turn the door knob, then I slowly reach
It's my nigga, Shey, from back in the day
They tried to set me up, so he let me know the play
It's two bitter niggas, they just in the way
So pass me the gun, ain't too much more to say
I get up in the car, then I turn the key
Death is in the air, I can smell the breeze
One in the head, I'ma do this shit with ease
Niggas took the work, now it's time to make them bleed
Look, as I turn the corner, I'm thinking he a goner
The block real hot, got it feeling like a sauna
I don't really fear dude, Shey like, "I hear you"
I can see him now as he walking in the rearview
Soon as I spot him, I'm going to red dot him
He tapped me on the shoulder like, "I think we got a problem
There's a lot of tension, but I forgot to mention
I know you want him dead but he working with the feds"
So if you're working with the cops, now we on the block
Why ain't you tell me that when we was back up at the spot?
The whole situation really got me hot
It really got me thinking, "Is my homie trying to plot?"
Something seems shady, my boy trying to play me
I've known him since five, I don't think he will betray me
Now I'm going crazy, it really got me mad
At that very moment, Shey lifting up his badge
Man, I knew this was a setup, told him keep his head up
Another ex-best friend that I got to wet up
You working with Jake, now this gun I got to fire
Touching on his chest just looking for a wire
He like, "Nigga, stop it, I had to be honest
I'm still on your side, home boy, I promise
I know it looks bad but I'm down for the body
But since he's 5-0, I just can't make it sloppy"
So how we going to do this? 'Cause, nigga, I ain't stupid
Stick to the script, make it look legit
Shey said, "Bet! When I make the arrest
If he fights back, shoot him and we'll call it self-defense"
So I grab the TEC, up early in the morning
Shot them both down and I ain't even give Shey a warning
You know the lifestyle, I'll rest one with ease
Shot two niggas down, death comes in threes
Nigga
It's Rilla
Rest in peace, Shey
Two niggas, one ditch
No fingerprints
