Lyrics:
admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker
I'ma general, executin' the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them
brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta
thang (word)
Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
to the coupe like Lil Yatchy
Call me CB cuz we know how to party
You already know we fuckin' up the beat, we burning it up 3rd degree
Hop in the car we hittin
on a 1000
I'm witty my nigga she lounging
The timez that we fuck I ain't counting
Tell these bitchez stop testing me
Burn haterz like 3rd degree
Bad hoez get
It was an assault but it wasn't my fault
My battery is low
Because of 3rd degree assualt
Not my fault because
I said gass lighting aint real
myself, girl without a name huh
I'm whatever I choose to be yeah you know the vibes
I'm the hottest, 3rd degree burns when you come closer
Being great is
that ease stress away? (Naughty, Naughty)
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks
We got that flavor, make your
brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta
dancing, looking back at it
No clothes on
Everybody leaning, I wouldn't mind seeing
You snapping out them jeans like you got
No clothes on
Ain't no
Know I'm a sinner cause my uncle a reverend
I know that you'd be proud of me
But I wish that you was still here
My heart suffered a 3rd degree,
That's
the Illuminati stripped us of Bohemian growth
Burning 3rd degree free masons of old the American Chapter, "the skull and bones"
The matrix sign of the sacred
on my knees
And I needed saving
3rd degree
Burns on me
And I'm still obtaining
Fuck wit me
We gone see
If he still standing
Walk in 3
One be me
She wana fly to Miami
I took a trip out to Cali
Gave unk a hunned slab every 1st n 3rd jus to get da doe da fiends Wildin Hunned
Want ya sum cash don't
the rhyme-ass trickster or outcast
of intellect, I wreck shit with my own sect
The ace in the hole, I'm the Derelict of Dialect
..
[MC Serch]
3rd Bass, but not
hard
None of you bitches can get bars
Coz none of you bitches have got heart
Apparently you never heard of me
This is some murdering up on the 3rd
deeper than 3rd degree
And you asking me why I leave
I hope me telling my perspective give you some sort of relief
(Check it)
Now you asking why I ain't
it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us, have your
gone win, it’s a studio
Thang when the beat jump in and you know that shit slap when the squad like
Yehh
3rd degree burns on the hand from the pen game
ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
burn em like 3rd degree
I hand you a L and do it with courtesy
I walk in the room little baby she notice me
The way she be looking im thinking she know
to be fucking real G,
I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a nigga to break em off to get her
thankful 4 evrythang you know
You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg
Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no
The widow's son
The widow's son
Master Mason
Master Mason
Just the 3rd degree
Master Mason
Is there no help for the widow's son
The widow's son
For
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