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The 3rd Wish: To Rock the World [Screwed & Chopped] (South Park Mexican) · 3rd Coast Finest (Screwed) (T.C.) · The 3rd Wish To Rock The World (Screwed & Chopped) (South Park Mexican) · Screwed Up Click Representa [Chopped & Screwed] (Z-Ro) · London Social Degree (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Third Degree (Johnny Winter) · Latitude 40 Degree (Nicolas Matar) · Hits in the First Degree (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Third Degree (Wiu Jazz Studio Orch) · Nth Degree [Karaoke Version] (Morningwood) – and 90 other albums »


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
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
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
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
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
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
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
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
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
to the muthafuckin dogg house

Picture me ballin' (ballin')
3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans
Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail)
Did
to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is
my n**** Mr. Herb

Take a toke as your heart goes full arrest
I got tha bomb so n****, f*** tha rest
Ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let that
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
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
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
(Is hard to kill)

I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd
40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb
Another brother tried to get ill
And try
And you feel it 

It's real it's not a sample! I saw you playing my piano! 

Unh-Huh! 



[Forte - 3rd Verse] 



Now I, rock jew-els now
no craze
Cause I know you've known my man's since 3rd grade, I stayed
Pure through his whores and tore's, overseas
You and me, too long
Look
Every time we make a jam, make ya want to say. (daaam) 

Kick your, dopest rhyme I'll break it up like 3rd Bass, 
I'm from the crew that sets it off by
fuck the rest
Ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin'
And let that loc see smoke
Feelin' the strokes of the lines squeeze tight and slow

[Chorus]

They
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm