Lyrics:
at a 3rd degree?
Or should I play the doctor here to fix you during surgery?
It's all likes that don't matter fine nigga Friday baby I'm so flattered
ain't mall santas we don't
Want the flash photography
Murder in 3rd degree
Hurt her with the words i speak
You a little pussy
Wanna fight me? get thru 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
speak fact
That's just who I am
Kill you in the 3rd degree
I'm just giving you a few
Minutes of poetry
I'm just giving you a few
Minutes of poetry
I'm
a student what
Rule one
Yo respect if you lose son
Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn
All hell to niggas in jails
With sharks in they
on the dresser (The dresser)
Tried to play me can’t finesse a finesser (Nope)
Burned my heart to the 3rd degree
Blinded by love baby can’t you see
I just can’t
be saved despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
I love all of you hurt by the cold
So hard and lonely too
When you don't know yourself
I
I'm four PF but I'm not lil baby bitch (Yee Yee)
I slap that i rock that yo ears got CTE
I'm hot fire like hot fire I'm feelin 3rd degree (I'm Hot)
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
Next to come in was a big black snake, uh-huh
Next to come in was a big black snake, uh-huh
Next to come in was a big black snake
Ate up all
the city where niggas a burn you no 3rd degree so if you aint bout peace then keep your words from me they say forgive and forget yeah that sounds like a bet
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain't gon' test me no more
yo' block tore
yo' family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest
fire burns 3rd degree
You run to the trap wit the rest of the boys
I pass out of it
Move silent no noise
tell a bitch the same
Tell a girl the same
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
finna blow, I be puttin' on these shows
Yes, a nigga got hoes, they be rollin' up my dope
Skateboard, finna coast, I be in the 3rd coast
3rd coast
when you hit the block
And just pick’em off
Every Christian falls
Man we all gotta get involved
Reach thru the fire
Even when 3rd degree Burns increase
Black out on a creep
Heaven sent like christ with a biro
Your all my disciples
Why I say this cuz my title
What do I call it, call it my bible
I'v been
in the same sentence
You know what all the things have in common
Only half of the truth, if you tell it
See I've spent twenty three years
sleep, I creep, gainin' ground by the week
Ampex reels, makin' phone calls; I'm closin' deals
I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry
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
to God cuz he's out here granting all permissions
Dont mistake the loud talk
Its just my mechanisms
Black and proud its weird to feel
Lost in the mind
The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
all of these idols & deities
wanting my mind like guillotines
taking my time believing things
like your 3rd eye.
People still think they real gods.
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