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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
people cryin'
Second line, T-shirtin', feet hurtin' from all of that twerkin'

[Chorus:]
Calliope thug
3rd Ward Solja
Melphanine thug
3rd Ward Solja
ain't willin 2 kiss ass 2 be seen 
Corporate mad at me cause dey can't fuck me 
I'm who these haterz hate to the 3rd degree 
They say I'm too gutta homie
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
hesitate

I love the pain
I love the pain

3rd verse

Disgusted with myself
With all the wrong
I've done
I can't imagine It was so much fun

It
had it with you makin' the rounds
You got nothing to say

But you keep on comin' around
And manage to cut me inside
You're charged 3rd degree sensual
known by now that it just don't stop
You like that rock hip-hop you make me grab my crotch

[Chorus]
I got a lollipop porn bitch
Dead on arrival
business
We will mind our own
Let your accusations fly
Let your accusations fly
Let your accusations fly
3rd generation rumor information
The story
[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
get 3rd coast customs got da van lookin like a slice of blueberry pie
And I luv vegetables in fact I'm wearin 70 karats aroun my neck
And 11 mo aroun my
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
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul looking for shelter, on the late night
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
the Illuminati stripped us of Bohemian growth
Burning 3rd degree free masons of old the American Chapter, "the skull and bones"
The matrix sign of the sacred
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
I'm windy city 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor lake grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every
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
and a pad

[Streetlife]
Aiiyo Meth what they look like (look like)
3rd LP nigga better be tight (be tight)
Don't forget where you come from, the hood
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
as a hazardous youth with a fucked up childhood that I use as an excuse and ain't shit changed I kept the same mind state
Since the 3rd time I failed 9th grade
the mia
This is the 3rd world speakin' through a dead man walkin'
And everybody talkin' 'bout the south takin' over,
It's true mother fucker, but is
The city of C-H-I is where I'm from
The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here I come steady breakin bustas off
Up to bat is Da Brat
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good [Hook - 3x] [Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook] Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all
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