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the street
My friend, poor Cherokee Louise

Ever since we turned 13
It's like a minefield
Walking to the door
Going out to get your 3rd degree
And comin' in

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

body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street

the bible

3rd Chorus:
    
      And love was all he did bring
      Why O Why O
      And love was all he did bring
      Why O Why?
      And love was all

of maze
And eventually it fades with lackluster urgency
As the ground rebuilds with more certainty
Wounds heal, even 3rd degree
Forgetting things that made

Liquidation of the Ghetto

Mystikal

Guilty Til Proven Innocent

1998

the free world again, I'm a ball 
Put my back up on the wall hopin blessins from the lord 
3rd strike twenty to life nigga I choose death 
Leave a coppers

and you lay
Dead and decayed
Hatin on me
Cuz I’m hot 3rd degree
Whatever I do I’m puttin work like Stephen
The stu my kitchen I’m comin out like Curry
I’m

to the law
Drinking Hennessy
Ya We screaming out fuck 12
Like I got 3rd degree
Every time one dies motherfucka they be killing we
That's why they enemies

I'm

Opposition they can't beat us, you could hear the oof
3rd degree burns is what you'll get no other outcome
We are never in the middle, we are never Malcolm
We

Stay Iced Up

Paul Wall

The Heart of a Champion

2010

real presidential benzie, meet me and yo girl on the 3rd floor, its me Johnny Dang and dat boi C. Stone. its johnny dang comin straight off d dome, ridin

n**** ain no fuckin plug 
He sent you up the street 

Glock switches we tote federal heats 
They burn to 3rd degree 
Got bitches I fuck on the campus

Like I got my own nursery
Make ya knees weak
Like a 3rd degree robbery

Bitch I'm gasser than the propane
Bakin soda like a snowmayne
She likes snow

3rd degree, make it rain on a bitch, Yea I got fabreeze, smoking on that gas like I cut the cheese, ain’t no stopping me, only casa please, 
Got

they gonna hate on me, it nothing new to me 
but I know these bitches really wanna fuck with me 
and I burn whoever next to the 3rd degree
i stay planted

you here wit me I
Make you my business want your company
You got me burning up hotter than a 3rd degree
Cut off them other girls like surgery
Promise

on a foreign bitch 
Bitch i got the rick flair drip 
Ski mask flow i'll never slip 
Hate on me it's sad to see 
I got burned it's 3rd degree
I'll race you in

3rd degree burns
Into a 9 hour surgery
And when you wake up
I hope you hear this song
So you forgive me
And we can let bygones be and move on

Sorry i

influence, like Patrick Ewing rocking 33
You ain't heard of me it's B I G
Murder rapper spitting in the 3rd degree
Real as currency
Wishy-washy like

gone win, it’s a studio
Thang when the beat jump in and you know that shit slap when the squad like
Yehh
3rd degree burns on the hand from the pen game

Burst up
 
3rd Chorus;
 
We just mother fucking touched down,
(Touch down, touch down, touch down),
Bring your friends from the ends tell’em were about

You know I don't mean that
Cause it's 2020 bring the team back
And you know I'm not smoking dat shi
But I'm high of the ecstasy yea
When I relapse

as fucking mercury
Flying over 3rd degree uh
Aint no black belt this more a burgundy
Like the blood on leaves or the trees when I murder the
Pencil bleed
Write

puppy love
Yeah, my cinnamon apple
So I pick up this pen and write what I'm feeling right after
The fact I got hurt
3rd degree, shit the fact I got burned

Loving this life
That's the way to be
Burn a couple of niggas
Ain't no 3rd degree
You Talking too much homie
Say less
I ain't built off no damn stress
Imma