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just had crashed the v
Had to switch the bitch out cause she tried to step to me
Spitting fire, now you got that 3rd degree
I'm a doctor, dissect

that
Spin on that block, back to back like a relay

I'm never lackin', fuck nigga don't play with me
You gone get burnt, but I ain't talking  3rd degree

put whoever in front of me
Me and my bitches so hot
We will walk in the party and look like a 3rd degree
I don't care bout a bitch who ain't heard of me

ride
I love all her flaws in-spite
My impurities
She staying right by my side
We know ain't nobody perfect
No need for the 3rd degree
I ain't got time

really unknown so watch yo tone when you speak to me
Cause if you stepping fire you get burnt like it's 3rd degree
No bluffing in my rap, everything I say

I'm Talkin' to You

T.I.

King

2006

the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul

soul
So feed me
I'm easily treated with heat 3rd degree
But in the deep part of my cranium
I need to cast it away
Bubble hash do ya thang
And the end

warned it's time to choose another lane
Your 3rd eye let it be opened to all aspects of the game
Realize the truth Yeshuas mercy give us grace to just call

poppin' like bacon in a pan
My little mans 'll take them
Grams and walk to Brooklyn
For the cake, but they ain't Making a Band
I put 10 on my wrist, put 8

poppin' like bacon in a pan
My little mans 'll take them
Grams and walk to Brooklyn
For the cake, but they ain't Making a Band
I put 10 on my wrist, put 8

it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi

Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in

with the shits no cap, no fitted
Flow too sick
I'm back on the 3rd I done killed every verse
I'm committing murder degree of the 1st
Got me a cutie she

discuss personal problems

Because their pain is precious
Don't know this element is a 3rd of your essence
By all means, to smother pain or throb for

I'm a Soldier

50 Cent

Straight Outta Ca$hville

2004

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

the most
Are the ones who don't know

So I'm sleepin and plottin
This anger this rage it be burnin
Me deeply with 3rd degree aim
Soulja and Bread yeah they

run with 2 k's, masked up at night, I look just like the Klan
Cause if the 3rd K come out, we just gon' hang him from a tree

What the fuck, I look like

tryna stifle it
I swear I'm not throwing shots I'm fully cocked on my rifle spit
Jesus died then on the 3rd day he arose
I was born on the 3rd so we're

a 2nd then a 3rd then I finally grew up
We take advantage when Opportunity knocks like

Who's that creepin' in my window
I'm just going where the wind

SWEET

BROCKHAMPTON

Saturation II

2017

suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in

3rd degree burns
Into a 9 hour surgery
And when you wake up
I hope you hear this song
So you forgive me
And we can let bygones be and move on

Sorry i

Thicker like a brother

Mood laughing to a homer
Man pumps awake her
Clay mold by turning
Talents start of vocalizing
Being wise through shedding

3rd verse

a nigga
Even think about
Touching me
I might catch
A 3rd degree
On the scene
Murder charges
Only thing
I ain't beat
If he think
He got heart
Then I'm

No 3rd degree
A bunch of Planktons tryna steal my secret recipe
'Cause I'm that DJ that throws a party on sesame street
Don't come to my turf, thinking