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Uh-oh somethin's gonna happen 3rd Storee Yea Yo wassup this is RL Where my boys 3rd Storee We got to make you dance with Disarray you know what I'm
people cryin' Second line, T-shirtin', feet hurtin' from all of that twerkin' [Chorus:] Calliope thug 3rd Ward Solja Melphanine thug 3rd Ward Solja
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
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?
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
want freedom We don't want justice We just want someone to love. Someone to love.u I was called upon in the 3rd grade class I gave my answer and it
We don't want justice We just want someone to love Someone to love I was called upon in the 3rd grade class I gave my answer and it caused a fuss
the recordings I have made - try Capo on 3rd or 4th fret
I go into and out of the fog And that's why I live with my dog / Instrumental bridge / 3rd Verse Men oh, men oh, oh men I've known too many
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'
With Cool Ring tones On The 3rd Came A Cool New Bag Courtesy Of My Mom And My Dad The Forth Was Tight Got A Cool New Bike Its Crazy Like 24 Speeds
of skirt, kit for a victim A three-stage pleasure on a principle As I step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!) A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin
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
can do what you like [Chorus] Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risks, life is risky The 'E' stands for Epic and the 'S' stands for Shifty So let
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
in the U.S.A. Too Short baby don't even play Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street Years ago, I rocked that
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
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
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
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
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
world like the brain show 'em what you mean (Lee Majors 3rd verse) face to face the mics embraced tracks is laced if I ruled
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
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
pack, six degrees of separation My evil 3rd eye blinks with no hesitation Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi Go down smooth and steady, blowing