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Represent [CD Single] (Grand Daddy I.U.) · I Represent (Tonya Mitchell) · I Represent (Tonya Mitchell) · I Represent (Camoflauge) · Represent (Voicemail) · Represent (Fat Joe) · I Represent This (Slim Thug) · I Represent This, Pt. 2 (Slim Thug) · Represent (DJ Magic Mike) · Represent (Compton's Most Wanted) – and 62 other albums »

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'

Calliope thug
3rd Ward Solja
Melphanine thug
3rd Ward Solja
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
Killa Bees live in the place to be
Burn 3rd degree on the m-I-see
So deadly cones a catastrophe
And this is the way we crack the party
Rec, rec,
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
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
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
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
he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch protection' his
he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch protection' his
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
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
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
if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier

(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
self you ain't scared when I run in 
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
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
stuck in '85
Park boy straight bangin (right)
Peelin caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then back to taper
Niggas rollin through,
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)

Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock
I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks
the B.G. is in affect
From the 3rd to tha 17th a nigga be chillen' on the set

I'm a Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off
a 3rd consecutive term
A nurse who doesn't do enemas
Permanent henna
a surfer that catches more waves then your current antennae does
Sureā€¦I make it
even believe it but that's OK
On the microphone I fascinate
When I let my 3rd eye exaggerate
Freaky visions, I tell you what I see
Cold concrete
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great,