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Double 2 one 3
- PCK shi... DOUBLE 2 ONE 3...223's
- Yeah, I’m posted in the mud where the bayou breathes,
- Crew deep, steel sharp, talkin’ two two threes.
- Flash in the dark, let the silence speak,
- Every round got a sermon, make the wicked weak.
- 223’s hum, then sting a nigga like a wasp
- Clip full, mind cold, let the murda begin.
- Ain’t no mercy in the field when the loyalty’s thin,
- We protect what’s ours—blood, fire, and kin.
- From the cane fields down to the cracked concrete,
- We move like shadows, never miss a beat.
- Enemies scatter when they hear that heat,
- ‘Cause the bayou don’t forgive, and the crew don’t sleep.
- 223’s in the trunk, that’s a soldier’s code,
- Every bar that I spit is a heavy load.
- Ain’t no fairytales here, just the path we chose,
- Grit in my soul, and the legend grows.
- Yeah, I’m posted in the mud where the bayou breathes,
- Crew deep, steel sharp, talkin’ two two threes.
- Flash in the dark, let the silence speak,
- Every round got a sermon, make the wicked weak.
- 223’s spit fire, cut the night in half,
- Echo through the pines like a ghostly laugh.
- Mud on my boots, but the aim stay clean,
- Every shot bleed a story that the news, and feds ain’t seen.
- We don’t flex for the ‘Gram, we protect the PCK hood,
- Every trigger pull a pussy nigga drops
- From the levees to the block, it’s the same old creed,
- Feed the crew, guard the fam, let the steel fly.
- Enemies creep slow, but the swamp run deep,
- Where the gators don’t blink and the shadows don’t sleep.
- 223’s hum low, then they bite with speed,
- It’s survival in the blood, and the code we bleed.
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