Lyrics:
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
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
of skirt, kit for a victim
A three-stage pleasure on a principle
As I step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!)
A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin
watching 3rd to see
The woman man and child those are the pieces to the trinity
Wake up you are most divine do you accept divinity
Honestly InI will not give
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
And through it all we closed
Our eyes, didn't we, at 33 and 1
3 going down for the third time
Under the 3rd degree
Watching a third of all our fellow Americans
the ones with real freedom
The freedom to take all the wealth generated
by our work and our land
and give us only a small percentage of the scraps from
they
Like "look it's Eminem"
Looking back again I's in the worst place
All I had was beastie boys and third bass
I'm the dude who always come
Down in 3rd
me word
You get paroled on the 3rd
Ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin'
Still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying
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
this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I
just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop."
Third Verse [SPM]:
I'm back once again for revenge,
In
that there
That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind ("Do it!")
I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it
(Damn)
I'm on the south side, you on the outside
Five minutes get to Popeyes
Trap house had a rottweiler
All this weed like a bonfire
I'mma 3rd strike
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
's in the worst place
All I had was beastie boys and third bass
I'm the dude who always come down in 3rd place
Until I heard the story of Your Life
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
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
I feel for ya 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
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me,
do or die
My peeps up in that project protectin' makin' reck shops
Its good to be alive in 96 I tot my 9 glock
My niggas out that 3rd keepin' dem
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
worried anyway
I shoot head hoops and don't care what people say
You can ask Dr. Wigglefarmer for yourself
He's the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelf
[Hook
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
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