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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
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 the new owner of these
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 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
Just tryin' to get some cash buy some sneakers fix they hair
Ride up Lennox Ave. you smell the reffer in the air
3rd Ave. viva Puerto Rico the Boricua
business
We will mind our own
Let your accusations fly
Let your accusations fly
Let your accusations fly
3rd generation rumor information
The story
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
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
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
there, I stuck it there
with crazy glue

Zig Zag is bonded for life - this game right here is sold to you at a high price,
For me this is my 3rd CD
the label I searched
I slipped and I tripped for the pop, it didn't work

So now I take the stage of my what? 3rd comeback
Now I know the tricks of the trade
Intro: P.R. Terrorist

Just enter the 3rd world
Clear Lines of communication
Understanding, all things must be seen clearly
for what they are not
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
the hood and we blowing on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
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 past, I've matured already
Fuck them hoes, you got the award already
You go to Chanel and get rewards already
Know I do this shit for 3rd Ward already
a bird's mouth
It's only one and I'm already on the 3rd house
Baby seizing upper side 'cause I don't wanna make it hot
'Cause if they pull me over,
You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon
Leave your head rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the side street saloon
Til' I figured it out, to the 3rd
(Damn)
I'm on the south side, you on the outside
Five minutes get to Popeyes
Trap house had a rottweiler
All this weed like a bonfire
I'mma 3rd strike
on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for the first same time
Them
this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2

3RD VERSE:
When the bullets fly squat knee high, like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life
you get 
a X by your name. 

Chorus 
3rd Verse: 
Now, what makes you think that you can play some 
real playa's play, nights on the phone with
sense 
Sa lyrical barracks for ya has beens 
Mentally crappin' out in a deadly game of snake eyes
One die bring fries here's a new salt for that 3rd
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