Lyrics:
that shit G
F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.
To the highest degree times three
That's what you get fuckin' with my family
Word is born, your kids miss you
Dawg is in the house
Ninety-three, bitch
I always heard that you gotta be strong, if you want to survive
Get your diploma go to college get
to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually
know how it feel (uh)
Before Nas, I ain't know 'bout a deal (I didn't)
We was movin', I ain't know 'bout the pills (not yet)
You don't know about
da aa mewu enti me y3 bebia
Joee Me y3 no fast
Big Bunda Big whips
cll the flashy things I need
Life is a test
Y3 nyinaa p3 degree
S3 wo s) me
Opposition they can't beat us, you could hear the oof
3rd degree burns is what you'll get no other outcome
We are never in the middle, we are never Malcolm
We
feel like Michael Jordan when he won his 3rd ring
Might take a break from never missing, grab a glove and swing or sing
Get it? Put on a glove like Mike
slaw
Post up with my homies, downtown 3rd street, we be clowning at Von's
You might catch me in town for the Grand Prix, drinking brown at the bar
I'm
runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't want to move then I'm comin' right
by myself, I need an assistant
I got that good good, that get right
That early morning, that midnight
I beat it up, like a fist fight
One, two, three
This shit here is 3rd degree, 20 dollar grams that's a flat fee, Put the red dots on you Acne
Blowing shit up like im ACME, Imma run bands like a Tracka
in the 3rd degree
Niggas be crying to me it's an emergency
Got too many women calling my phone
DND so leave me alone
[Justo]
All this ice that I’m
And who's better for this than Plug One? (Plug One)
Don't have to worry 'bout me squashin' other deals
'Cause they've already been squished
Freeze a frame
and flushed the bullshit down the ?como?
Rappers just started rappin last week, get a deal next week
And go platinum next month
But pass the blunt, so I
Dead Presidents III
Not to be confused with Growin' Pains III
Logic this Logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck,
turnin' their heads to get a glance
Yeah the attention so hot you got 3rd degree burns on your feet and your fuckin' hands
You can't take the heat like you
really unknown so watch yo tone when you speak to me
Cause if you stepping fire you get burnt like it's 3rd degree
No bluffing in my rap, everything I say
the center of gravity
Abolish apathy graphically packing three eighty's
With body heat sensitive bullets you need safety
Fest on your face and neck
trill, hahahaa
What's the deal, what's the deal, uh
Hundred style right now
What's the deal, what's the deal, what
With my voice say oi, oi, oi
Highlight
Let go of it
There no point in it
Don't sit in it
Yeah lighten up
Don't run from it
There no good in it
Go deal with it
Yeah, laugh it up
No time for
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
like I just had a surgery
I kill a hater I'm talking bout 3rd degree
Sticking around so you better get used to me
I want the fame but I know they be
Better days better ways
Too lazy to make it to today
Flow and sway heavy bass
Killer craze, funky haze
Play by play, rhyme away, filler state
Tell
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
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