Lyrics:
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
me,
I'm so fucking hot I burned her to da 3rd degree he
so industry I'm so fuckin hood
(Flocka)blowing purple tree and it taste so fuckin good(Flocka)
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
they brewing, cause ya foundation is proven
Like the Mayans, they want me Tulum (to loom) in my ruins
Ignorance was bliss, now it's just weaponized
flockin like a bird to me
Cause the diamonds burn ya eyes to a 3rd degree
So I pulled up to the crib she was rushin me cause the lih baby was steady tryna
but
Read please
A necessity
Unlike that 3rd degree
Which costs you more money
Than you well ever see
Stealing all of your energy
While owning rights
know nothing bout me
You gon' find what you wasn't looking for
Chorus
Watch me or throw it off I ain't right
Bitch I do something
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
right through that twinkle in her eye
Drink at the absurdities
Burn some weed and learn some things
About the way she hurts me
To the 3rd degree
Earnestly
he's dead on arrival
Now you know I don't play around
Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground
You want beef? Well the more
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Dudley ?God-damn? Do-Right?
?You go give them liberals hell Ronnie.? That was the mandate. To the new ?Captain Bly? on the new ship of fools. It
wanna leave
I might get down on my hands and my knees
I have to plea
Not guilty in the 3rd
The 1st degree
In love with all yo' flaws and sins
Ik you want
to disagree
An MC 3rd degree
I'm a sick sadistic, son of a bitch with six sixes
Crucifixion, you can't even choke yourself
For asphyxiation, you
the sock dodging the narcs
Made sales behind 80 right there on park
Lex Ave for the train ride 3rd ave where u spend cake
Come across my board walk
That a be
to the touch like 3rd degree, ohhh weee
I guess my good just wasn’t good enough
New house, new car, I bought you all new types of stuff
In the end, your true
sunshine till they gone...
Ain't no sunshine till they gone...
Juvenile:
I was born to survive, but the story returns.
After being treated 7 months for 3rd
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
Don't assume because I'm on my 3rd cake
Everyday my birthday
Just because I rock a ski don't mean Im a robba
I got my degree but I didn't get it outta
Ay
I don't wait in line, I'm never on time, it's a fine if you step on the Wallabees
Don't you come close to me
I lit a fire, like 3rd degree
think
May 3rd check the CD if you want a little
Knowledge bigger than college
I promise you the metaphoric's that
Will offer you solace like
The Great
to my heart like
A flame and it hurts
Ignored it at first but
Now I think it's something I must address
The right spot to get this
Thing off of my chest
the moment
Got the blackest sky ever while everything else is glowing
Intellectual, they keep on trusting you but always texting you
Every 2nd to every 3rd is
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