Lyrics:
the youth lies
Most High hear my cries
They don't heal the blind or open their 3rd eyes
Their lyrics create binds & chains for the mind
With their lies I
be here if we were there and of that I'm sure
These words can't explain the hurt
But I remember April 3rd
April 3rd, I'll never forget
And those
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
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
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
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
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
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
to the muthafuckin dogg house
Picture me ballin' (ballin')
3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans
Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail)
Did
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
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
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
Park, 3rd Ward to the 'Stead
Gotta hustle coming to Houston we don't play bout our bread
If you know me then you know me
KBizell been playin' to sizzle
get 3rd coast customs got da van lookin like a slice of blueberry pie
And I luv vegetables in fact I'm wearin 70 karats aroun my neck
And 11 mo aroun my
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
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
I can feel shame over me
(I believe you know just what you're doing now)
And I know it burn like 3rd degree
Yeah, yeah
But how she move can make
to there
And Here
At the same time
Shit I laugh at that
Cause my
Clone Gang
Gang
Dopple Gang
In fact
Time my man's
We chill every month
On the 3rd
We got
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
yeah (Lil, Lil Evo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (let's go)
OMG she can't break apart from me
3rd degree, imma burn her but young Rich always stay clean in
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
wanna get down nigga
First day seen her face second day seen her waist
3rd day she brought you up yeah after I screwed her
I got mad hoes they stay all
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