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Money come in we ain't never gone hurt
Money come in like I'm waiting on the 1st
Money come in like I'm waiting on the 3rd
Money come in like I work
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
excuse!
After the 3rd time, he kept Her
Eye realized this shit was useless
(Damn)
And that's too bad
We don't do steps we Do Tribe shit Sucka
Women
bed for your sweet tooth
Slow it down like a slow jam
Hear me out with ma rap moves
3rd take up In the studio
Then a photo shoot with ma
Tattoos
Her
East coast to 3rd coast words roast ya mind up
Don't mean to confuse you
But I'm from a scene where dreams don't work unless you do
You can't do that,
me,
I'm so fucking hot I burned her to da 3rd degree he
so industry I'm so fuckin hood
(Flocka)blowing purple tree and it taste so fuckin good(Flocka)
when the cops come
Who cares what the pig meant when he mentioned our pigment
Mandatory break when partying in 3rd shift
When those boars split and get
think
May 3rd check the CD if you want a little
Knowledge bigger than college
I promise you the metaphoric's that
Will offer you solace like
The Great
crash
Cloud nine to high for mainland
Lived the same hour twice
Two wishes from the lamp
And the 3rd I can let my momma grant
365 in the Firmament
What
humble
3Rd Eye Wide & Up
Can't be consumed
By bitterness
Change that
With the gifts
You been
Blessed With
To Exist
Hook
Vamp
Life ups and Downs
eatin off our dead bodies and said they ain't vultures
Yo I'm the 3rd blade on the song came to do u wrong
Slice u ear to ear then I'm gone
It's too dark,
on the court, I'm in the paint, I'm working Larry's nerves
Larry better pay me what he owe on the 1st and the 3rd
They like it when I brag like this
I give you
(Damn)
I'm on the south side, you on the outside
Five minutes get to Popeyes
Trap house had a rottweiler
All this weed like a bonfire
I'mma 3rd strike
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
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
With one in the head
Every bar I hit
Thats another with the lead
I just keep
Stay alseep
With my 3rd eye open
Niggas tryna come for me
That fetty eye
and you bound to die
Me and AT we hop out and ride catch you slipping like you went down the slide
I promise that you going down tonight
That and the 3rd is
Mank
Raised up in the Mud, I know my shit do stank
Throughout my 3rd grade, fist fights once a week
To keep it 100, sometimes I got beat
Taught fast from
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
what keep me going
And it ain't no denying the fact I gotta
Ride for the ones who love be showing
July the 3rd you gave birth
To the man I'am today
And I
to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is
to y’all,
Let’s take a trip in my time machine,
Where we going? To M.I.A,
Where if you can’t stand the heat time to move to Cleveland,
Not a diss to James,
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
and Twin from Elements of Change are there
And I'm there for Cindy, I'm there for 3rd Rail
I'm there for Aztlan Nation
I got your back Leftside Sim
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