Lyrics:
I'm who these hataz hate to the 3rd degree
They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm
got me wicked I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
and drove
the door, throw the key
Bury me in debris
Burn me up 3rd degree
But to you it seems easy
It seems easy cause it's easy to me
I seem sleazy cause I'm sleazy
king of the fame
I am king of the game
No one can do it like me
Want me dead then take yo aim
Just know you'll have a 3rd degree
Put some respect on my
I got it na
All this damn heat burn the house down
Right pocket left pocket both bust down
Bad pretty bitch I'm turn lil shawty out
I'm from the 3rd
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
bang & by niggas dat snort
Play it smart if you want to live life on life terms
Cause niggas get third degree burns behind jiggas & ferns
[Chorus]
off
Fuck the world nigga, haha (beotch)
We back wodie! No limit! Snoop! (woof woof) p! And magic
So what I want y'all to do right now
Bounce! (shake
precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will
thing I have is my honesty
I know I'm more honest than everybody
cnd not just when the mics on me
cnd I'm spitting fire till its 3rd degree
So I use my
its right
You can be in love with a nigga like me
Get you what you want
I buy ya fit
I buy ya new hair
I just do what everything you want
You know I've
internally 3rd degree
like open heart surgery
artery’s shredded cause you
Filled with hot lead
that’s why you gonna die any scene any setting
ain’t a movie
wishing big, timmy turner
said i can't buy a queen i gotta earn her
nigga you touchin me, 3rd degree murder(STOP)
genuinely concerning
it's really a burden,
gonna say
They better not fuck with me
No explanation please
It's Tara Lee
I'm giving you 3rd degree
I'm with that fuckery
Bitch please
I might just
in 3rd degree
Like I wasn't dropping bangers
Just last week
How haven't you blown yet don't ask me
Kanye on my life of Pablo
They heard me talk they
flockin like a bird to me
Cause the diamonds burn ya eyes to a 3rd degree
So I pulled up to the crib she was rushin me cause the lih baby was steady tryna
(Yo)
Even if you didn't have ears, you better act like you heard of me
Little attitude, plus the 3rd degree
Xtra at your service, as if there's other
but
Read please
A necessity
Unlike that 3rd degree
Which costs you more money
Than you well ever see
Stealing all of your energy
While owning rights
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
right through that twinkle in her eye
Drink at the absurdities
Burn some weed and learn some things
About the way she hurts me
To the 3rd degree
Earnestly
he's dead on arrival
Now you know I don't play around
Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground
You want beef? Well the more
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
wanna leave
I might get down on my hands and my knees
I have to plea
Not guilty in the 3rd
The 1st degree
In love with all yo' flaws and sins
Ik you want
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