Lyrics:
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
Think I'll Ever Settle Down
Even If I Gotta Travel A Bit
I'll Go Around The World And Back
Cuz I Know That Once I Have It Thats It And Uh,
[Chorus:]
(Yea
sought to wash the false image off
One Degree, One Degree, One Degree
Let's break it down meow
Christmas is a day to commemorate Jesus Christ
A saint
on the cbc
go tell it to the mountain
go tell it to the deepest sea
go tell it to every mother
you can cool it with the 3rd degree
we're just happy sewing
Up out of bed at three
And I feel like I'm dying
But if she's there next to me
Then there's no use in crying
'Cause she's really all I need
It's
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
many hits got 3rd degree (got 3rd degree)
Turn these niggas to runts
(T Turn these niggas to runts)
That just be my trees
All I know is count up
No you
high on 3rd degree (Go Go)
Tell her lil baby don't burden me burden me
Still be rapping like you ain't even heard of me (Uh)
I told lil shortie to wrap
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
2 Live, bring it on back, that's how you move
Bring
that way
Let's love like we're hungry again
Bring back the passion we had back then
The time has gone by, we forgot what it meant
Lets love like we're
lungs
I'll run i'll run i'll run
Things get harder it's not you it's me
I gotta keep pushing to the 3rd degree and
My heart was yours it's yours now it's
, that's it
Ain't nobody doin' like, you
So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn
stumblin' by the way side
Though it won't sail, 'cross the water, yeah
Row-in boats a-cross the water
Pick them up baby, row them on
Bring 'em on in, bring
Margaret ran away again
Nobody knows where she went
Nobody knows where she went
And that's the 3rd time this month
By 5 o'clock she'll be back again
ass a pack
You better have it by the 3rd
Yea I fuck with Durk
But Cuzzo told me he from 63rd
8 billion in the world
It's Me, Myself, and I
Lord forgive
in 3rd degree
Like I wasn't dropping bangers
Just last week
How haven't you blown yet don't ask me
Kanye on my life of Pablo
They heard me talk they
the Object
If I was perfect you'd have voted For me on the 3rd
But I ain't running from nothin Time to thin the herd
I'm trying to cut back on the n Word
Fuck
initial perception quickens my heart rate
This dark place planet Earth orbits one star
Come from afar far away state of mind
Open up your 3rd eye Black
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
bloodied up 3rd times the charm
Pissed off stick the razor deep in my arm
Pass out wake up what the fuck
Can't even kill my self that's how much I suck
Can't
[CAPO 3rd FRET]
When the tape runs out, the music keeps playing
When the walls come down, it's still hard to cross the line
When his love is gone,
I said remember this moment
In the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wild
We were the kings
Boys a ball a couple months
By the 3rd they down bad
I am not the Plug I just know how to Go get a bag
Any nigga came around hurting
Always gave a bag,
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