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a real nigga out of Ft.Myers 
I got principles nigga dats what I live by
Ain't had rap feature and I'm still alive 
Not 1 my 3rd album, is you surprised?
degree
And comin' in you get the 3rd world war

Tuesday after school
We put our pennies on the rails
And when the train went by
We were jumpin' round
stage darkness" -> Rakim, +I Ain't No Joke+
 and Chuck D saying "Follow for now!" *

[MC Serch]
Deaf, dumb and blind, the 3rd Bass find
you move further
goal
3rd Bass settin' soul in the hole

Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man?
Why are you freezin' me out?
Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you
Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs

You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony
[Chorus]

You the one who won the spelling bee 
I'm the first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet 
I'm the one who went and stole
the 3rd degree
The 3rd to be urgen me, these niggas want to murbed me
They scared of the consequences comin' from my defenses

It ain't that expensive, have
his brain
Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward

Come equipped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin'
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
the navigator
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
You know I'm ballin, shot callin
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
One up in the chamber,
got you but it won't get me

He's in a little demon to the 3rd degree,
Mo drugs, White thugs and wanna be's,
Soldiers of the burbs all guilty see,
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's, 
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
ya, I'm a soldier
3rd Ward die-hard, girl pull it over
To the backseat, to the Lex Jeep
Like Missy said, "make it go beep beep"
No Limit to slang
after big banks 
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats 
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats 
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes or no riches
on
In one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone
Check my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco
Normany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of
I
he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch protection' his
he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch protection' his
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's, 
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks 
From the ghetto to the lakes 
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope) 
Slangin' thangs in the hood
at war...I say dem boys at war 
I say dem niggas from the 17th, dem boys at war 
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war 
I say dem niggas out the 3rd
the free world again, I'm a ball 
Put my back up on the wall hopin blessins from the lord 
3rd strike twenty to life nigga I choose death 
Leave a coppers
stand the heat
'Cause it's comin' out the kitchen givin' burns 3rd degree
Get you ace bandages and alo vera for the barbeque
The closer to the Lotus
(Gimme some mo')
(1-2-3 hit me!)

In the summertime, when the heat is hot
We can cruise on 3rd Street, but you can call it the block
Fly ladies out
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up