Lyrics:
wanna get the scores
Am not tryna get along by the shit that's on my phone
You can hit it from the back man I tell you she's a whore
I'd be striving
are you the one or is it just my turn
Is you telling my fortune or selling abortions
Or 3rd degree options you’re leaving me burned
A ticket I got was
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
3rd's the coast, and we some superstars
Wearing ten around our neck, investing fifty in a car
And if you ever see me rolling, blowing weed into traffic
meet the seat
To the cops from the beat
To the rich to sweet
To the poor to the weak
To the youth and the beast
HP 3rd Street
(3 x's) telegraph
but I'm gon' get off the syrup
No dryer, all my gear on the clothes line
OG waitin' on the 1st and the 3rd
She do hair and sell clothes at the same time
wanted, had to ring alarms
2 strikes
Them other n*****
Did you wrong
3rd time
Always gonna’ be charm
I got it bad, Mike Jack
I’m going off the walls
my eye on the prize
I done seen it all
I am hardly surprised
And they celebrate areal nigga
every 3rd of July (Thats my birthday)
Tell me what the move
cracking jaws
I speak in 3rd person guess I'm using metaphors
Swing a sword like He-man while fighting Skeletor
Do I need to say more? I see fear when we
dont sleep
I know you niggas fed up
Just tell us where to meet
Shit we can go head up
If we had peace in the streets
It'll fuck the world head up
Make
I'm still grippin culo, I'm still papi chulo
Tryna move into 5D with my 3rd eye
You knew though
I don't know nowadays why they hating on me
Man, it's
levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga, how you want it ? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like in old
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)
Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock
I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks
at that, so close to your 3rd
Only 22 now what the fuck you gonna do
Convicted felons, they don't get no work, we all know that
Now you forced to draw
for mine
and u should know i will be around
baby
are u still down for mine
i think it was the 3rd grade when i realized
how much i was attracted
at night insomniac
3rd leg gassed out, it's only the beginning
How You a runner and can't go the distance
How you banging for the hoes who's distant
How
within
My 3rd eye ain’t blind again
You got a little dominant gene
They still see you as black
You in you’re feels talking to me
Then you just go turn your
he had to die
Who's gonna show remorse
If it wasn't televised?
I was raised inside the 3rd
Homicides were every night
Memories of tragedies
And not
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
back down my family tree
Its been with me since my first LP
2nd LP I was sittin in court
3rd LP I was trapped in the belly of the beast, got it back
Oh one time they threw buck out the 3rd story window he landed on the ground *thud* that cat was stiiiill goin jack! haha We were all goin "GOO AHEEAD
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
We can do it how you wanna do
Curve that nigga on the side cause you fucking with another dude
(It's true, it's true)
Im just building up this
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