Lyrics:
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,
3rd pew from the front
Little more superstitious when feeling low on a hunch
Triple my blessings the goodness
Pass it on to the left
We could share
commit it to you
Have a big degree in philosophy
But I don't know what I want to be
So I'm going into aviation, yeah, mom
I'm going into aviation, yeah,
, ain't no joke
Tell em what time it is Mike
[Mike talking]
This Mike straight out tha pen, just from doin' ten
Originial head busta, 3rd Ward Hot Boy
away bout the day you gone murder me
I see that you want you a rapper now
Well I want a bitch on they 3rd degree
I think it's good for you that I don't
the youth lies
Most High hear my cries
They don't heal the blind or open their 3rd eyes
Their lyrics create binds & chains for the mind
With their lies I
Philly to L.A. its where they raised me
You may not know me, I'm known as 3rd Degree
I started in 1990 as the Little Rebel T
God's love, I got that tatted
a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
you at all.
'Cause I have a house, far from the city, it may be my own fault, but it's awful pretty.
Just an old stone house by a river, with an old
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
Earth it's a divergency
2 hundred dollar wagyu this ain't Pork n' Beans
Make me have to burn em to the 3rd degree
Curb stomp a nigga Gears of War 3
Opps
the trick on me, hooked him in the first degree
While I could not recall which Dalian imported
By the wrecks of 50,000 on the pinball machine
If we only
all on pause
I been running all these bands up, now my money long
Yeah it's longer, I just pulled in that big body tonka
This hoe 3rd degree, yeah she
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats
Bomb inside the palm
I get burned
Hellfire, 3rd degree
When I fall I pray they rest with me
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me open, Let me bleed
Just my
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
pulled the belt out Nigga
Swing at me that's 3rd degree like burn out Nigga
I rap for the cause I rap for the art, you rap for what
I'm tryna make it
the first degree
Head games, yeah, always you and me
Head games, why do you do it, baby
Head games, you put me trough it baby
Money you know that it's coming wit me
Shawty you know that you fucking the team
I keep me a burner it's 3rd degree
I keep me a Carbon wit a 2 ,23
She
The 4-4 Lynch Mob, 3rd Ward Jack Mob
CIA, 802 Seminole, A-League Gangsters
An entire family of Bloods and Crips
Big Gs, OGs, Players and Hustlers, y'all
gone win, it’s a studio
Thang when the beat jump in and you know that shit slap when the squad like
Yehh
3rd degree burns on the hand from the pen game
him but he's too shy to dare
For he's just four and she's just three and that's a sad affair
Everytime she looks at him with eyes so big and blue
He
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
slide on your ahh like the next day
Big scope on the AR p got the best aim
Hit my jeweler for the 3rd time I got neck pain
Swear I think about my nigga
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