Lyrics:
Never got why I'd be celebrated been giving the 3rd degree
This year all of them heard my speech
Happy birthday to me
Bled out on stages
Soaking it in
I'm dropping be heat give em 3rd degree
How the fuck these rich niggas ain't heard of me
Now and days count a couple a duffles of quala
Remember nights
greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor
the plan
This is the end, of your life
This is the end of the album a 3rd one cookin up right
You know the grind never stops living continuously
Exaggerating
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
stem from my momma inside
Hoping karma don't rewind
I heard you the 3rd time
3rd times the charm
You hope by my 30s
Emotions will be on my arm
But that's
what I would do
Until I couldn't afford no food
Baby mama needy
2nd one was greedy
Got my 3rd one pregnant
So she wouldn't leave me
Went thru dem growing
with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until
thing I have is my honesty
I know I'm more honest than everybody
cnd not just when the mics on me
cnd I'm spitting fire till its 3rd degree
So I use my
its right
You can be in love with a nigga like me
Get you what you want
I buy ya fit
I buy ya new hair
I just do what everything you want
You know I've
nigga
you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm
fly by ya
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dick, with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard
With the beat pumped up
internally 3rd degree
like open heart surgery
artery’s shredded cause you
Filled with hot lead
that’s why you gonna die any scene any setting
ain’t a movie
ain't nuthin' but 808, beats and flauntin'
Niggas showin' niggas love, hoes suckin' dicks
That's how we do it, cus everything is in the mix
Doggy Land,
finna blow, I be puttin' on these shows
Yes, a nigga got hoes, they be rollin' up my dope
Skateboard, finna coast, I be in the 3rd coast
3rd coast
nigga
you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm
name is (I'm talking to you)
We can shoot it out whenever you wanna
Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talking to you
[T.I.]
Hey I'm the best you ever
gonna say
They better not fuck with me
No explanation please
It's Tara Lee
I'm giving you 3rd degree
I'm with that fuckery
Bitch please
I might just
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is
3rd verse
Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't no parties in LA
Without
That'll tear up a terrorist
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is
3rd verse
Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't
for the shit I'm spittin'
I know I'm scarin' ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking
Coming down the slab line the fo's crip
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
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