Lyrics:
as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (huh?)
Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van,
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
and through me
What I prayed is the vision that he sees
If I could see my brothers that would be lovely to me
I have angels protecting me to the 3rd degree
It
Never thought I would be in a fight with me
Had I seen it, I would've of seen the problems in me
But I keep on burnin' myself to the 3rd degree
I'm
to survive
This the 3rd degree
Come and take
A walk with me
Projecting doubt
Trying sell beliefs
I can show you
How to
Turn impossible to
Leather seats
Make it
me what you want
Not talkin bout the music but we likes to funk
Ain't no such thang as a Oakland punk
It don't matter who you are, you'll be _In
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
the navigator
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
You know I'm ballin, shot callin
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
One up in the chamber,
have you talkin' crazy bih you the 3rd string.
Dub Bulloh (breakdown) ~ you won't catch me trickin' with the 3rd String I ain't got no business wit
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
nobody heard of me
I'm Chasing all the currency
Cut thru these beats like it's surgery
Flow give you a
3rd Degree Burn cause it's to hot
Grew up bumpin
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
what I would do
Until I couldn't afford no food
Baby mama needy
2nd one was greedy
Got my 3rd one pregnant
So she wouldn't leave me
Went thru dem growing
Something must be wrong with me
I kill this beat no 3rd degree
I re remember when people said I would never get better uh
They told me l need to grow
dry,
God ain't gonna stop you from getting high
Where you gonna be
3rd circle of hell
Where we gonna meet
3rd circle of hell
What's it gonna be
3rd
where death is, where no more breath is and
3rd graders learn how to leave you chestless
Where god is dissed, dismissed and distant and far
From
the 3rd degree
Clock it back and clear the screen
If you back your shank
Better murder me
Because I ain't fighting like
I'm Murder b
Almost lost eye
Sent me
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
so 3rd degree's how bad it was burning me
But maybe being a smarty pants ain't in my genes purposefully
I got to be reminded when God made me he was
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
got me wicked I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
and drove
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
Riding down the highway popping e****
Bro bro in the back my bad b**** next me
Slide right by the law burnt em 3rd degree
Faja on her waist she just
move fucker whatchu saying to me
He could have a gun
He could have a knife
Could be 3rd degree
Don't pick that fight
Don't fuck up you night
Don't fuck
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