Lyrics:
a Buffalo bill
Make her rub on her skin like she Buffalo bob
Man that papa be trippin he ain't got no chill
From the land of H from the land of the trill
3rd
in Da land yea I'm cki, I draw the science my 3rd eye so cocky,
On Da side of my fence yea I'm keeping it clean, (yea)
When i step on scene, you know
Through my 3rd eye
I soak it in and I reply
Grant me freedom from these shackles
And safety upon my travels
Leave these demons
That I battle
Stuck upstream
speaks to me through my 3rd eye
I soak it in and I reply
Grant me freedom from these shackles
And safety upon my travels
Leave these demons that I battle
the best that's worst
In other words
You need to find some other words
As cruse down the curves
Plead the fifth
Wether 1st or the 3rd
N that's up surd
By
on the altered past
Load the light and darks
And a 3rd with a mix
Laundry time separates but you need all three to live
You couldn't see out your 3rd eye
To read
blunts, no 3rd Degree
It's M.O.B. 'til I R.I.P.
Already
I'm on my G
Come to my city, better pay the fee
Don't fuck with me
I'm bipolar
Bite my style, I
Moses
And make the 3rd Testament the next time you smokin'"
"I made you the oldest, so you could keep growin'
And make the 3rd Testament the next
your jaw.
All it takes is a Gar.
Then they'll aske me how far.
If necessary they'll burn and drag your ass and some Tar.
What you see,
What you get
your jaw.
All it takes is a Gar.
Then they'll aske me how far.
If necessary they'll burn and drag your ass and some Tar.
What you see,
What you get
your jaw.
All it takes is a Gar.
Then they'll aske me how far.
If necessary they'll burn and drag your ass and some Tar.
What you see,
What you get
to be fucking real G,
I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a nigga to break em off to get her
shirts
Money come in we ain't never gone hurt
Money come in like I'm waiting on the 1st
Money come in like I'm waiting on the 3rd
Money come in like I work
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
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
around this 3rd Coast, so drop your tops
G.I.N. and Presidential, with that boy from Wreckshop
And Mr. Slim Thug, we feel we can't be stopped
It's
around this 3rd Coast, so drop your tops
G.I.N. and Presidential, with that boy from Wreckshop
And Mr. Slim Thug, we feel we can't be stopped
It's
burn it 3rd degree
Yea
We got one life are we gon' stay up
Could be done tonight rage til' it breaks us
Always a fun high pop a molly shapes numb
You
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
behave
And I spit like i'm ready for world war
Serve raw N I get it crunk like
N I get it crunk like I live in the 3rd ward
I don't got a house dawg
I live
I'm a 3rd ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a 9th ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a long beach nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a no limit nigga
cost you.. Hold up, call my manager to get a verse from me
And I'll teach you all the birds and bees
My truth burns like the 3rd degree
And my family
tryna stifle it
I swear I'm not throwing shots I'm fully cocked on my rifle spit
Jesus died then on the 3rd day he arose
I was born on the 3rd so we're
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