Lyrics:
Yeah, see I told y'all one too many times
Now I'm finna go so fuckin' hard now
I'm talkin' bout to the third degree
For real
Ayy, hey, hey
They hated
came to me how much of our vocabulary
We seem to get TV now a days
Calling things whatever they call 'em
Even if they collect
First thing that came to me
Back in 1967, 5735
In the place near heaven
A country a third the size of LA
Conquered four armies in six days
Another widow thrown to her knees
descended into hell
On the third day He rose again from the dead
He ascended into heaven,
And is seated at the right hand of God the Father Almighty
From
placed Him there
In that cold room
He would not stay
On that third day
He would rise
When Mary came
On that third dawn
The stone rolled back
His body gone
And hold, cause nobody told her
That the Master Ace, could move so many hips
Just by the sounds from my lips
Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was
My eyes closin' but my third eye's open, whoa (Whoa, whoa)
Get rich or die smokin' (Get rich or die smokin')
If they hatin' on the Bern then
we gone see what it is
What you in for everything under the sun
Recently got me first degree wit a hot gun
That's my third strike so Xzibit
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
to know
Prophesied all this would happen than the rooster crowed
Then on the third day an earthquake the world rumbled
The stone was rolled away, Satan's
to you
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi
But that's neither here nor there
and they buried Him
But on the third day He rose again
Father forgive them
They know not what they've done
(What have they done)
They've gone and crucified
He was born a William
But he goes by Bill
He's had some big dreams
And he has them still
Well her name's Samantha
Only he calls her Sam
They
that, I second and third that
Don't know what the f- I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned
the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "F-, sh-, f-"
Adult with a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
F-
the world
Born
On the Third day of the Fifth month
There's not much to say
She was blessed with health
Inherited some wealth
She thought highly of herself
She
Verse
Then one day down in Virginia
My blue eyed girl she went away
I miss her love, I miss her Kisses
I'll always mourn that cloudy day
Chorus
Third
and classified
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified
I never want to let a bad day slip by
Now, we be getting
third person all along
And I didn't wanna wake up that morning
But I did without a warning
Day by day you held me softly
You didn't tell me that it was
That punk with a mustache who brought us our breakfast
Never came back with the check.
On our third day of driving with no expectations
Except
These are the last days, settle in
Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in
They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the innocent
It's
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
I sleep wit one eye open, that's my third, that's my word
Gave it one try hoping to fly the whole bird
Turbulence occurred
Cause shit was
know that by now
But everywhere you go you hear me
That's why your upset right now
Bought a Phantom and a Lamb
But I'm in my vette right now
I raped
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