Lyrics:
that beat
Then I billed that bat and I burnt that tree
With a 3rd degree
Ye the words come clean
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
and sittin' and layin' in line
First they'll do a little singin', then hear a little preachin'
And get saved for the 3rd time this week
A bowl of soup
fuck what u thinkin play it's goin down
She face down ass up I'm sweatin 1 leg up
Goin for it 3rd round I'm layin da smackdown
Goin for it 6th round I'm
The city of C-H-I is where I'm from
The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here I come steady breakin bustas off
Up to bat is Da Brat
need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take
need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take
bring it back/if the glock jam up and it's new/I'ma bring it back/get your clientele up and I'll bring the work back/just make sure that by the 3rd
fold it (uh-huh) check my resume
I'm like H&R Block when I rock
Y'all niggaz get the greatest return, plus a 3rd degree burn
When I earn airtime like
a degree, not a degree
But a certifications better for me
A lot of niggas turned back
When I turned up the heat
Now who’s left, it’s just me and like 3
Niggas
with me
How can you not love khris
Until u bring that 3rd degree
Damn you on third degree
Book smart and you in these streets
How can they not respect
that my city a
Tell it they know I can get ya'll today
Bottles on bottles that shit by the case
Hit from the back
Grab that bitch by the lace
And I roll
And now we in the bed wit our clothes off she got it all for me
Now we hot like the 3rd degree
Said she wanna take all of me
I can't let her take hold
The widow's son
The widow's son
Master Mason
Master Mason
Just the 3rd degree
Master Mason
Is there no help for the widow's son
The widow's son
For
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
to the 3rd degree
Bitch I'm back
Smoking Backwoods full of nasty
Bags comin' straight from Cali
I got family in the valley
Taking flights that's up my alley
My
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
1st degree
They catching bodies like corona 2020
Then rap about it like a bullet ain't take they homie
It bothers me like a burn 3rd degree
Fear my city
me she was spotted by the neighbor's kid
She can't come back now 'cause they know our secret
Unless I can make them keep it
If I do she may come
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking
Coming down the slab line the fo's crip
niggas wanna play me
I got 100 rounds with no safety
Try me i shoot on yo ass like i'm KD
My neck in the 3rd dimension
And my bitch super bad need
like surgery
I’m really hot like 3rd degree fuck niggas that ain’t heard of me
Charging for the features now you whack you get a double fee
Penthouse
fought shine light on the skeptics
We see fakeness
Our intension is sacred
3rd eye wide exemplifying greatness whats up
Capitalism is so real
The same
infection, get the cash to treat it
My banker said that he's proud of me (Proud of me)
My hits are hot like the 3rd degree (3rd degree)
Chase the money like
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