Lyrics:
to the 3rd degree
Murder to the 4th degree
(Go)
Locked me up inside a cell Orange don't look good to me I say I'm happy physically
But I'm way to dead
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
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
lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I
can't even lie, to this day still I miss her
We was on Scottsdale Inn by Jay's
Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
André Harris talked bad
This on fire right now [this is east, this is west]
3rd degree [what]
(Vast Air Kramer)
Yo, I been nice but you rather put your hat in your sleeve
goin up tonight
Up tonight
I need a super freak
It's gettin hot in here
Hot in here
Baby 3rd degree
Cool off wit this supersoaker
Baby baby squirt for me
a goddess from the Holy land
I know you're friends are given you the 3rd degree
They don't like you hanging out with me
Baby take a chance, I won't lead you
mundane I just got too Rush
I just got too Rush Just got too Rush
It's not a trick of the mind Open my 3rd eye the
Mundane is so mundane I just got to Rush
I'm straight from da struggle dats just how I eat
I know you hear the trumpets
3rd time around dis ain't a 3 peat
I gotta go and get it dats by any
cops, niggas think it's open season
And all this on my mind, it got me blowin at my leisure
Floating on the 3rd rock from the sun
You know Its steady
be heading on your way
you got your own friends
now you should go
3rd chorus: How come everytime I look away
there's still something in my mind
as old
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
a hit nigga
Could’ve been the 3rd member
The clipse nigga listen niggas
I go grizzly that’s Memphis nigga
Ross rap that 24, ain’t gotta convince niggas
im 3rd degree
Im dropping out no degree
If you dont notice, now you notice me
I burn the tree
And smoke the leaf, but that aint me
Im only eighteen
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
beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun took a transfusion and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow they overtook me down in
arose on the 3rd day
Just save your head and get a favour, let the church say…
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Jesus loves me
This
Shawty waited I thousand more time's
Let me know how you tell me these lies
Lie , lies , lies , lies
1993 on my mind
On my mind
Cut the cake on 3rd
shots but they missin'
Who you think you really tricking?
I burn you worse than a kitchen
3rd degree
Got you flinching
Play with me
You ain’t winning
All
I used to slang my toys
Flipping Halloween candy November 1st to the 3rd A hustler just like my pops
My mom thinks it's absurd I think that's why
got me a loaded gun
You know I'll track you down
And you'll be on the run, no fun
[Chorus]
You broke the law in the first degree
Cold blooded
world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail 'cause you all on our dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me
one degree
Surrounded by niggas who did first degree
And the other ones that never got they first degree, sheesh
Lucky me (nigga), yeah, I done
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