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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
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
them boys don't want beef with that Nolia
And I warned ya, and I warned ya
Can't fuck with that 10th Ward St. Thomas
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph,
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
Nice Nice Nice 

Kick 'em in the grill Pete! 
Verse One: Pete Nice 
Gas, past tense, made facially 
3rd Bass'll express, KMD 
Three blind mice
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
guard the bitch up
Bout to get your World crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd Ward
Gorged on speed and bitter words
Found ourselves on be and 3rd

One more time
Feast and fast, burn and crash
Couldn't seem to make it last
You stole
listen but make no mistake
Your 3rd rate policies that fuel my hate
Cold, glazed expressions are what I endure
Blind, mute and deaf seems the only cure
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
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
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
confused about a lot of things, but not with my fate
So I'm depending on your holy ghost to guide me the way
See I'm a sinner in the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid
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
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
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
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
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
speakin' 3rd person
'Cause you walked the shoes of a happy mason
Its your first or last name on the affidavit
Only way to get it was to boss up
Now a days
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
initial perception quickens my heart rate
This dark place planet Earth orbits one star
Come from afar far away state of mind
Open up your 3rd eye Black
the same plan
There them bitches go
Civic '94, looking funny though
Open up the car door, funny smile
Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy
"Nas this is sherri,
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
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