Lyrics:
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs
You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony
Committin' adultery the lords temple is the
Source of this hypocrisy
Convicted felons NORE
3rd strikin' ouncin' lowkey - incogni
In neighborhoods - foreign
sunshine till they gone...
Ain't no sunshine till they gone...
Juvenile:
I was born to survive, but the story returns.
After being treated 7 months for 3rd
on
In one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone
Check my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco
Normany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of
I
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
shows it's
Not even his kid
Chanel bags, everything
She shopping every time she
Gets a wedding ring
This her 3rd marriage, 4 carats
Brand new Jag,
on the map
But im A/C while hot headed to the 3rd degree
Niggas just lost trying to scope away for the fam to eat
So how can I blame
When it can change with
University
Melbourne PD they heard of me
Treat me like we did first degree
Murder or maybe 3rd degree
No sir i don't have no degree
Here's my license what else
Yeah, 3rd Shift
Wooo, I'm ready to bust some rhymes
Let's bust a rhyme
If they wanna go song for song
We can bust a rhyme
I know you see me wit'
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
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
the 3rd degree
Cut you off like surgery, not probably but certainly
I gotta do it urgently, A personal emergency
Understand my urgency, showin’ all your
thing I have is my honesty
I know I'm more honest than everybody
cnd not just when the mics on me
cnd I'm spitting fire till its 3rd degree
So I use my
my home
Fuck is you on?
That goes for all of you bustas at home
All of you birds and fleas
Burning yo ass to the 3rd degree
Turning our block
Giving up? Na!
3rd Verse (Sneak)
They call me Sneak
But I'm the Floss Man
(Floss Man)
Got to go get it
That's all I know man
(Know Man)
You not about
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
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking
Coming down the slab line the fo's crip
Don't bother self med trust in my 3rd Iris
They be busy tryna poison us watch 'em with the slyness
Rumours of unserved ties to Illuminati blood is famous
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
fuck what u thinkin play it's goin down
She face down ass up I'm sweatin 1 leg up
Goin for it 3rd round I'm layin da smackdown
Goin for it 6th round I'm
Hopped in da coupe switch lanes swerve da V (Skurrt skurrt!)
Ice on da wrist like I did surgery (Surgery, Bling blaow!)
Flamming these tracks to the 3rd
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