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And I opened my 3rd eye
Tired of my life
Just passing me by
Like a Bus-Stop-Bum
That never gets a ride
He sitting barefoot,
With his mothafuckin'
Let's pop that wheelie on the streets like X with us
I got the bases loaded on the 3rd inning, legs swinging
Pitching business plans, left they heads
moving shady
May 3rd made a vow to never move lazy
All hazy, my mind always spacey
I be writing raps have me feeling like the Rap's Scorsese
I could never
3rd verse
Standing on the edge all my heroes are dead
My pops and grandfather, Stan Lee my Uncle
Tupac, Biggie, Kurt Cobain
I’m the Mc the embraces
with Miggity Mike D, and 3rd
Game won SUC, Greenstone real nigga
Certified with the game, Woodfair go getter
What the fuck, they thinking cuz
This
with a bottle
He got Ringworms i just committed 3rd degree
Murder on a teenager
He just tried to up a bankroll
But it was green paper
Asked a nigga for
Final chapter huh
Man, 3rd Lyfe
Look, It's a feeling I can't shake
When I grip a pen it's a feeling they can't break
And maybe I'm joining the race
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Levels levels, wasn’t overnight
Vivid visions, if there wasn’t sight
See, if blind, 3rd eye would be my site
Walk by faith, A fail sets off
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
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
to that
Then it's over mayn
I represent for the Dirty 3rd
When I shake the block
For P-A T and Mafio, I'ma drop the drop
Body rock and catch hot
When these
it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us, have your
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
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
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
perspiration
Certainly I have made it
Bare witness
Gracious
I say good God almighty
Possibly prophecy
That 3rd eye vision only I could see
Shown that true
on
In one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone
Check my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco
Normany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of
I
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
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
sunshine till they gone...
Ain't no sunshine till they gone...
Juvenile:
I was born to survive, but the story returns.
After being treated 7 months for 3rd
But I gotta find a way
3rd one on the way so now we gotta find a name
I want Lusciano but you love to hate
But you love to hate
It’s crazy how it all
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
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