Lyrics:
I'm who these hataz hate to the 3rd degree
They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm
OH
AINT THAT RIGHT
I GUESS YOU NEVER HEARD OF ME
HOT JUST LIKE A SAUNA WITH THE 3RD DEGREE
IF YOU DISRESPECT YOU WILL GET MURKED BY ME
I STILL MOVE
[Chorus]
You the one who won the spelling bee
I'm the first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet
I'm the one who went and stole
Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs
You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony
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
stage darkness" -> Rakim, +I Ain't No Joke+
and Chuck D saying "Follow for now!" *
[MC Serch]
Deaf, dumb and blind, the 3rd Bass find
you move further
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
riot
There ain't no way that punk gets his degree
And hides behind the constitution
No way in hell that smart assed spic goes free
Not while I'm in
the 3rd degree
The 3rd to be urgen me, these niggas want to murbed me
They scared of the consequences comin' from my defenses
It ain't that expensive, have
Ain’t nobody ever stopping me
I don’t see no one on top of me
Feel like I’m the mvp
I’ll scorch you and you get 3rd degree
Ain’t nobody ever stopping
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
(U dig U dig yeah)
(Leave Her lonely)
(I get it by my lonely)
(Ha Ha)
(What up Ob)
(Aye)
This that 3rd degree
This that roll it please
This that She
ya, I'm a soldier
3rd Ward die-hard, girl pull it over
To the backseat, to the Lex Jeep
Like Missy said, "make it go beep beep"
No Limit to slang
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
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
Even if we don't...
Say no to me, treat me like I did you
Let it burn, give it that 3rd degree
I'm proud if you could say no
Even though it's hurting
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
in the dirt lil nigga
Say you wanna murder me
Put this shit on easy
Yeah It's giving bitches 3rd degree
Yeah he had a white tee I
But we left that
the car
I'm smoking the [?] right by the bar
Do my thang, yeah I'mma do my thang
Stay on the low
And get it everywhere that we go
Let me do my
weakens me
I give in like 1-2-3
Sometime I do somethin' wrong
We hug and kiss and it's all gone
Ain't that cold
You've got a thang for me
Even
goal
3rd Bass settin' soul in the hole
Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man?
Why are you freezin' me out?
Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you
(Gimme some mo')
(1-2-3 hit me!)
In the summertime, when the heat is hot
We can cruise on 3rd Street, but you can call it the block
Fly ladies out
Yea I got racks yea I get paid that's why they hating me
Or probably cause we burnt his partner up to 3rd degree
I'm in Toledo by the D with all
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
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