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please don't spray

3rd grade got the school on lock
4th grade got the school on lock
5th grade got the school on lock
But you can't forget the 1st
please don't spray

3rd grade got the school on lock
4th grade got the school on lock
5th grade got the school on lock
But you can't forget the 1st
can do what you like

[Chorus]

Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risks, life is risky
The 'E' stands for Epic and the 'S' stands for Shifty
So let
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
the hood and we blowing 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
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
in the U.S.A.
Too Short baby don't even play
Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat
I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street
Years ago, I rocked that
after big banks 
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats 
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats 
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes or no riches
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
badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul looking for shelter, on the late night accept ya
Treat
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
stuck in '85
Park boy straight bangin (right)
Peelin caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then back to taper
Niggas rollin through,
DJ's takin a stab in the dark
And every brother I met learned techniques from Clark
Rich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMD
Aladdin from Low Profile,
2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
riders,outsiders,moneybiters,
Ma-anz,who flick their lighters,
Comin' out 3rd face,or streetfighter,
Anythin' manz gonna catch an' eat ya,
(Reepa)
You say we're anythin',
All rap for everybody, West Cola
Open up my 3rd eye, let my spirit speak
Time to re-unite the family
Military Mind, searchin for thug heaven
Bullys
Always keep her by my side

Little Texas
Unimpressed a great degree
With a serious pedigree
If I get into a fix
Jump little Texas in the mix
Produce
of the world.

I recall on summer night at a party 
We were sophomores hangin' out by the lake
I got off on some wine with a waitress
Sonny had a girlfriend
when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll
You could be this man; he's got it all worked out
To the nth degree, no fears, no doubts
He'll retire at thirty to his big-ass house
Next
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
but I never call her
You better look around and find another baller, beotch

We, roll dubs
Ball, in clubs
Dimes, no scrubs
If you're lookin' for