Lyrics:
telekinetically
I burn heat with 3rd Degree emergencies, Urge Mcs with Urgency
Wage a whimsical war of written words with me
Prefer to eat the weak verbally
Speech
Me and Billy Joe Taylor joined each other at the hip
I loved him like the brother I never had
He was my go-to-guy on 3rd and 10, made me look good
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
tell me what you heard
I'll put you to the test
The pie? Split in 3rds
Eat slow, so it digest
No I don't attract birds
They obsessed
Iont want no happy
the nigga for thirty whole that
He kept under the floor
Now im with the Three 6 mob pushin them birds
Niggas done made a come up
Hot Boys from the 3rd
Its
the gat, where they at? Rat tat tat tat
(KrispyLife)
(It's with a K, dumbass) I represent
The 3rd ward, you a rookie, I'ma vet
Niggas gotta get the fuck
till that nigga 49
And my nigga Young [Name] I done known since 3rd grade
He been down for 5 years, he get out in 2008
[ CHORUS: J.R. (2X) ]
You know
Oh, on that night I had came from a
Party on 3rd Avenue with some friends
And I was going home and that's when
I was stopped by police officers
don't owe you and you don't owe me
It's 1999 I'm the OG
Respect your G'z is what my homies told me
So I show real love to the dubs
20 minutes, 20
goin' down (that's how ya feel)
Sittin' twenty-four inches off the ground (that's how ya feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya
This is for them twenty somethings
Time really moves fast, you were just sixteen
This is for them thirty somethings
That didn't turn out exactly
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3 degree
(twenty)
Don't fuck 'em by the one, fuckin' them by the two (nah)
I got water drippin' out my jewels (water)
If it ain't Actavis, nigga, it ain't approved
from out of bounds
West Coast, they mail it out by the pounds (the biggest)
Kent Jones, my nigga, gon' get his crown (gon' get this crown)
Big Combs,
next door that kicked down doors
And I'm back on an ill vibe
(Alright)
Twenty pounds on my weed
Five pounds on my pint
No swagger at all, just me
And I
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inches high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
down
Breakin' twenties off a whole brick
Sellin' zones out a whole pound
Trap rollin' like an X pill
Movin' work on a Greyhound, break it down
Promised to homies I'd make it by now
No girlfriend since high school, feel naked right now
Gave love to my music, no chick, to confuse it
Thought
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
and copped my first zip, rusty pistol by my side
Now I'm the man with the supplies
Zips start to fly
Worked my way up to a pound and fronted pounds to my guys
with Kurupt and my cousin Eastwood
On a mission up to no good
We don't love you bitch
After we finish diggin
Tha Pound's about that
Ain't nobody fucking with me
First degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
Tune gonna
by, then days went by, then days went by
Here I am
Yeah
I was ? since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my
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