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Albums:

Sick Sick Sick/Call of the Wired (Demented Are Go) · Sick, Sick, Sick (Bayside) · 3rd Strike (3 Feet Smaller) · Sick Girls Revolution, Vol. 5: Sick Tricks & Urban Bass (Sick Girls) · The 3rd World (Immortal Technique) · The Dirty 3rd: The Album (Wreckshop Family) · The 3rd Irish Folk Festival in Concert (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The 3rd Wish: To Rock the World [Screwed & Chopped] (South Park Mexican) · Musical Play in the Box: 2nd-3rd Grades (Twin Sisters) · Major 3rd (Chris Swinney) – and 90 other albums »


is just one point of view
Drama is livin' in a 3rd world country
Fucked up and hungry without no money
Drama is trying to adjust to circumstance
includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for?
And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for?
And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
HOMEBOY! don't ever get it twisted
Number's unlisted, stayed in 3rd district
For real, I'm ready to get naughty
Best of both worlds so, hey shawty!
Show me
Don't forget about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like
by the Abbot
Blood related king to King David's mighty men
I appear in the atmosphere like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon
dioxide,
helium, xenon,
it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar, make you throw
over if it is a Jim Reed tune
On the big screen, pig skins, go team go
In the corner there's a cop with his whole wheat toast
Foreman of the flock In
now what's the deal?
Chocolate, light skin, meet Mr. Excitement
Got my D.D.L. on me, that's my Dick 'em Down License
Never wife 'em, strike just like
hell where them snitch niggaz lyin, friend
Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven
Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen
It's Ghost, pressing y'all
scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies 
Attack you mentally  draw up and stand just like a centipede 
Then strike fast  leave ya weak ass up in
Scratched my balls til I shredded skin 
"Doctor, check this rash, look how red it's been" 
"It's probably AIDS!" Forget it then 
I strike a still pose
right 

I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire 
More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes 
Like cleats wit' spikes I clings