Lyrics:
youngins go step on him
Fuck that nigga can't rep off me
Murder, we gon' take that shit to 3rd degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
not lose and if you thought
I will settle for anything less than homie
I got news to the 3rd degree
NC's in a state of emergency
(Yes, yes, get it
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
on the wall we pissy drunk at the players ball/
3rd Verse
It was on playboy at tonight’s main event/
Dos Equis had the yacht the models was heaven sent/
Labatt
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
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
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
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,
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Ready for the hoes, who ready to roll
Gone with the wind, you been ready to blow
Blow my high, don’t kill the vibe
3rd degree still burning slow
You could
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
Polish the 3rd eye still trying to keep the soul right
V3
cnnunakiah ancient Cameroon in his blood
The only man that can get with the plug
cnd move
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
Street on up to Ennis
Hanging out on Sunnyside with my cousin Corey
They was on that
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
to the muthafuckin dogg house
Picture me ballin' (ballin')
3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans
Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail)
Did
The 3rd degree, the guarantee
Na you don't wanna battle me
'Cause I'ma leave you in the dirt like a sesame
Brother you are not ready
Top heavy prick
When the slabs in the city beat
That screw off in the back
Poking eye, keep them spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
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
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
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