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Turnin on you
You turnin on me
Started out was family
I aint turn on you
You turned on me
Took my heart thats robbery
Criminal shit 3rd degree
You can't

rest in peace/Please?! Yall gatta forgive me for all my past years/all my doubts and my struggles wit all my past fears/felt like a prisoner on his 3rd

side 90 angle 3rd degree
They mad that we ballin- tell em sorry not sorry!
We just been road runnin'
You could call it a marathon
City been crazy lately,

a bug
They be totin' sticks up
Yeah try to lay a finger all on me
He a be wishin' he was dead from 3rd degree
Then we takin' his chains that we finna keep

need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take

need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take

Bounce

Juvenile

Hood Radio, Vol. 1

2003

on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for the first same time
Them

(with me )
I'm hot like 3rd degree
And, I know you wana roll with me 
And, She say Nito you a dog 
And, tossed the pedigree 
And, I can tell 
She tranna

gotta get it gotta put in work to find a way

Yea, imma switch it up for the 3rd verse
Hollup

Now this for the ones in class taking notes on lectures

like surgery
I’m really hot like 3rd degree fuck niggas that ain’t heard of me
Charging for the features now you whack you get a double fee
Penthouse

And written with pen
Mightier than sword
Don't hang on every word
Appreciate what you've learned
In this world
Everything's earned
So many turns
3rd degree

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

Made it from the hustle college
Johnny Million 3rd degree
streets is working roll wit me

Niggas they be talking.
they be lying man
Talking bout that

get burned to the 3rd degree
Cuz I ain't no bitch ain't no fucking me
I promise you shit can get ugly
She a thot I can't give her no wedding ring
I need

all on pause
I been running all these bands up, now my money long
Yeah it's longer, I just pulled in that big body tonka
This hoe 3rd degree, yeah she

hurting me
N you can't see it
How it feels
It burn in 3rd degree
Stop drop and roll
Can't take my soul
Or you'll get the worst of me
Balls in my court
You

dancin'
Money on me, she keep telling me don't you leave
Ex want me, she keep burning up 3rd degree
Chain on me, got me feeling like Mr. Freeze
Watching me,

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

burn me like a 3rd degree
My dawg hit me on my line, said he need to borrow
The way my bank account setup, call me back tomorrow
Right now I'm white boy

She wana fly to Miami
I took a trip out to Cali
Gave unk a hunned slab every 1st n 3rd jus to get da doe da fiends Wildin Hunned

Want ya sum cash don't

by the 3rd
We'll burn it down again
Man
Fuck what you heard
Shit's absurd
Cop's will leave dead by the curb
But that's the way it is
Growing up in

in 3rd degree
Like I wasn't dropping bangers
Just last week
How haven't you blown yet don't ask me
Kanye on my life of Pablo
They heard me talk they

fam in your grave you gon rot
3rd grade lunchroom money stuffed in my socks
My teacher told me you get three hots and cot
Yea you only get three hots

do you know how I move bro
Still up in the streets I got nothing to prove though
Hella shit to lose though

Burn him like 3rd degree
Open heart surgery