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P-S-E thugs
3rd Ward Solja
Wild Magnolia
3rd Ward Solja


I'm an optimal smokin', chopper totin'
Bustin' caps wide open
Top of line coatin',
degree
And comin' in you get the 3rd world war

Tuesday after school
We put our pennies on the rails
And when the train went by
We were jumpin' round
a real nigga out of Ft.Myers 
I got principles nigga dats what I live by
Ain't had rap feature and I'm still alive 
Not 1 my 3rd album, is you surprised?
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
me, you're empty, so fill'er up! 
Is I'm talkin' coffee or cocoa, is you loco? 
Cash or credit for unleaded at Sunoco 
KMD and 3rd Bass is just ace
[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
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
ages nothing interests me.
I`ll ring another number, make sure it`s a she.
Here we go again, I`ll give it 3rd degree.
No hard feelings oh yes I`m sure
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
one way or another)

This is not a choice you have that's only in your head
And when you're getting the 3rd degree
You'll remember what I said
Oh
I'm windy city 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor lake grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every
got me wicked  I don't play 

Niggaz got funk on the other side  and we spray 

We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects 

and drove
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
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
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
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'

Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
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
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 Illuminati stripped us of Bohemian growth
Burning 3rd degree free masons of old the American Chapter, "the skull and bones"
The matrix sign of the sacred
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
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
got you but it won't get me

He's in a little demon to the 3rd degree,
Mo drugs, White thugs and wanna be's,
Soldiers of the burbs all guilty see,
and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo"
If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec
And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me

[Chorus]

[Proof]
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like