Lyrics:
hard
None of you bitches can get bars
Coz none of you bitches have got heart
Apparently you never heard of me
This is some murdering up on the 3rd
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
my content to leave no blank space (Wooh)
In my thoughts, in my rhymes, in my words
You can spray bad bars I'll spray worse
You might catch some 3rd
listen to me
Begging for a mention
Please Tag me on IG
Standing still but sweating
Heated to the 3rd degree
You're thinking we don't notice
But it's
Living lavish
Stacking cabbage
Need a challenge
Tell the masses
Who fuck wit me
Honestly
Burning niggas
3rd degree
Now Take a knee
Calin Kapernick
I’ll
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
of ? and growth
Burning 3rd degree free masons of old the American doctor the skull and posts
The matrix sign of the sacred geometric doctrines of hatred
got me wicked I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
and drove
this nigga kept it up,
Up to bat the 3rd time, nigga struck out
Blamed it on tha bitch and told her "get the fuck out"
(People say its dirtyyy, people
3rd degree
Turn to sky to burgundy
Raining down with burglary
Hanging from suspensions like the overalls on Urcles' knees
Now we tagged in mentions
You not dealing with kids
You ffff with real gangsta
Don't mess unless
You want to suffer the consequences
Don't make me catch 3rd degree
I don't want
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
my 3rd eye open see the future like the simpsons
Kid just buy a diary cause i see you wimping
Thought it was the sports but the rapping's really where
whip-whip-whipping like a wire whisk
Scars on the skin been surviving in the fire pit
Hold on had 3rd degree burns
Gotta do your research on the people that you
every time we ride by
3rd rock shorty you the flyest in the galaxy
Paint the perfect picture me and you could be a masterpiece
Romeo and Juliet
Sometimes we change seeking for attention
Crying on our own speaking on depression
Getting lost in our mind... 3rd dimension
Shooting for the long
I got it na
All this damn heat burn the house down
Right pocket left pocket both bust down
Bad pretty bitch I'm turn lil shawty out
I'm from the 3rd
have no bliss
You already know it's Penny wars
Bomb us and we'll bomb you back, the choice is yours
3rd quarter, I'm finna run up the score
You don't
no Valley/side bag field with salad/Cartier wit the Prada/buss it down no charter/fucked the 3rd day I saw her/could of been the first night/but I
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
Fuck the 3rd time imma out em on they first strike
Bird fly, only ever catch him in the 3rd stripes
3rd eye wide open see you in the worst light
Foot on the gas take off like a missile
She bad to the bone yeah bad to the gristle
This a 3rd leg baby this ain't no pistol
Shit
She like how I talk
the future and the past
Just take me back
Take me back
To our 3rd Grade class where I thought we would last
Promised you'd stay by my side
Said you would be
Discuss these bring it back by 3rd degree Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In