Lyrics:
badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul looking for shelter, on the late night accept ya
Treat
When the slabs in the city beat
That screw off in the back
Poking eye, keep them spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
(Damn)
I'm on the south side, you on the outside
Five minutes get to Popeyes
Trap house had a rottweiler
All this weed like a bonfire
I'mma 3rd strike
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
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
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
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
at sea yeaah
I keep the ice on me
cause Bailey's love will leave with some burns
they 3rd degree yeaah
That's my enemy
The tables turned cause that used
in
Maybach 14 bitches want the whole team
Certainly heard of me bet drop
Burgany ice on 3rd degree sure to be
Hottest on the block and I
Game on lock
grain on the ear...
M: V.S.O.P. Hennessy, so save y'all fuckin' beers..
J: A die-hard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga...
M: 7th Ward hardhead, ready for war,
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
already, 3rd ass was heavy
"Nas this is sherri, sherri this is nas, and his man, ready?"
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them
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
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 sittin' and layin' in line
First they'll do a little singin', then hear a little preachin'
And get saved for the 3rd time this week
A bowl of soup
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
eventually cursed
To return to the dirt with
The best and the worst
All become one with the one
The earth spun, the 3rd rock under the sun
The first blunt
Cleats on in the streets
Cleats on
Cleats on in the streets
I'm ready for whatever
Keep that heat on in the streets
It get colder than December
and the "rappers" are in quotes
If I had me a degree, this a 3rd degree at most
I specialize in burnin all these beats into a roast
I'm the mastermind of mine, ain't
certified baby
Jazzmatazz 3rd edition, gifted unlimited rhymes universal
No rehearsal, certified with virtue, respect the circle
It's me and the be I L A L
to there
And Here
At the same time
Shit I laugh at that
Cause my
Clone Gang
Gang
Dopple Gang
In fact
Time my man's
We chill every month
On the 3rd
We got
the fucking green
They keep wondering where i got the heat
In the 3rd degree
It wasn't murder
But when I was finished it was 1st degree
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