Lyrics:
Flava Flav
Lil speedy ass bitch, think you popped some amphetamines
Naw I ain’t Nuk, but talk dog like Pedrigree
Fuck a 3rd degree
We pop a nigga like
of the free
If you a sissy liberal, feel free to drink my pee
Bitch get the fuck outta my country
Keep dissing, I'll make that peepee 3rd degree
You got
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
3rd ward
Soulja Slim, he'll pull you niggas hoe card
ATL up in tha bricks
All my real niggas out 4th ward
Free Wayne Perry nigga
Free Big Meech
Just tryin' to get some cash buy some sneakers fix they hair
Ride up Lennox Ave. you smell the reffer in the air
3rd Ave. viva Puerto Rico the Boricua
Don't assume because I'm on my 3rd cake
Everyday my birthday
Just because I rock a ski don't mean Im a robba
I got my degree but I didn't get it outta
thing I have is my honesty
I know I'm more honest than everybody
cnd not just when the mics on me
cnd I'm spitting fire till its 3rd degree
So I use my
[Outro: Young Jeezy]
So I'm sittin right here now man
It's June 3rd haha, 2:08 AM
Nigga I won't say win, lose or draw
Man we congratulate you already homie
your block, And it come with a 40 piece
The ref threw a flag on a play cause he feeling me
I murder the beat, And It comes with 3rd degree
That's a whole
Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with your
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
Or I promise ain't much you can do for me
Now imagine you breaking news to me
We so broken man that ain't news to me
Under fire and it burn 3rd degree
It was the 3rd of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day.
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay.
And at dinner time we stopped
im 3rd degree
Im dropping out no degree
If you dont notice, now you notice me
I burn the tree
And smoke the leaf, but that aint me
Im only eighteen
This on fire right now [this is east, this is west]
3rd degree [what]
(Vast Air Kramer)
Yo, I been nice but you rather put your hat in your sleeve
a friendship
Had a dozen of you, already loved you, I couldn't stop
Got on the metro stumbling to 3rd and Pine block
Hit the Micky D's, puked all over
the reason I like to smoke
Pimp C, Big Hawk
Mellow steep my fallen soldiers
Butterscotch my spinal cord, pop the trunk
Still fallin' over
3rd Ward, 5th Ward, ,
a nigga down with this 3rd degree homie
Blue rag A hat gold on my neck fat said he got a problem with my gangsta tell him press that
Tried to play it
the jokes came constantly
I was burned to the 3rd degree
Now I wonder how them people be
Big chance if I come to they land they'll turn out to work for me
I'm
surgery (Ayy)
Burned him to the 3rd degree
Never ever will I ever ever never let you get the best of me
You know I got the weaponry, cook your ass like
n if you died would u be proud
I wasted plenty of time, was losing my mind
I shoulda been grindin
But since I been home from jail
This 3rd time around
the fucking green
They keep wondering where i got the heat
In the 3rd degree
It wasn't murder
But when I was finished it was 1st degree
Like I got my own nursery
Make ya knees weak
Like a 3rd degree robbery
Bitch I'm gasser than the propane
Bakin soda like a snowmayne
She likes snow
Hopped in da coupe switch lanes swerve da V (Skurrt skurrt!)
Ice on da wrist like I did surgery (Surgery, Bling blaow!)
Flamming these tracks to the 3rd
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