Lyrics:
Eat an apple every day,
Get to bed by three,
Oh, take good care of yourself,
You belong to me!
Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh,
Cut out
like everyone in the room I'm afraid of my fears
I'm always in 3rd person, just here for the ride
Incubus, wish I could take the wheel and drive
Need
homies who got murdered in the 3rd degree
Shit
Yeahhh
and get a real dick
I got my gat cause I don't trust ya
Play me close and make me nervous, I'll bust ya
LA's no joke, the cops don't care
They'll beat ya
All bullshit will stop!
A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas think
Might sink in sometime, but I won't blink!
We go
the court room my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.
I remember being posted up on the 1st and the 3rd
Just re'd up, nigga got a 9 piece
All the while fantasizing, visualizing ,comin' through in a Benz
A-slow achin's killin' people, a-by-n degree
I know that this slow-achin' something
Murdering people by degrees
You know it's a soberin' thought
tears by myself
ain't too many niggas solid, I'm one of the last ones left
Getting all these visions from my 3rd eye
Forever thankful for my angels in
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
carries on
Take off your old coat and let down your hair
Kick off them boots hon I don't care it's only time and only time will tell
Looks a chance with no
correct like i was texting with an Asterisk
Always come correct
Always come correct
Bullshit ain’t concerning
X3
Verbally i’m 3rd degree my burners are
lost a very long time
cll this hate on me
She wants me to ruin her life
I don't let it get to me
cll these tattoos on you
Burn like 3rd degree
Whiskey
and tickle, you have been warned
One false move and it's 3rd degree burns!
Set fair for an English Summer
Then back to work in the pouring rain
As luck would
n**** ain no fuckin plug
He sent you up the street
Glock switches we tote federal heats
They burn to 3rd degree
Got bitches I fuck on the campus
I don't want your sympathy
Stop sayin' you give a shit
'Cause you don't really
Care, care, care, yeah
Care, care, care, yeah
Care, care, care
see a frog they say they heard of me
I'm the boy burning frogs up to the 3rd degree
Why don't you come to my island be the first to see
How I like
apart of your lifestyle
She opened the door
Said hello to me
Asked for her name
Got the 3rd degree
Her name was tulip
Can I be so foolish
She was
spare like a book on a shelf rustin'
Ah, not trying to fight it
You really don't care if they're coming oh, oh
I know that it's all a state of mind,
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
for the Father
Twice for the Son
Three times for the Holy Ghost
Knock once for the Father
Twice for the Son
Three times for the Holy Ghost
I
Tell these bitchez stop testing me
Burn haterz like 3rd degree
Bad hoez get smoked like treez
Got two twinz and got one for free
You don't really
of the entity
You minimize in the shred of time
I don't praise fights or fucking lies
I don't go out I eat inside
Bouta burn up on some 3rd degree
I
the corner
Don't go no where,
What do I care,
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me
I don't stay out late,
Don't care to go,
I'm home about
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