Lyrics:
my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off
Then sit you up on the copy machine
Make
sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice sexy
Dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.
123rd
for no judgement
Hard times I’m overcoming but that pain left me heartless
I throw them tre's up what we bang in them 3rd world brick apartments
to disagree
An MC 3rd degree
I'm a sick sadistic, son of a bitch with six sixes
Crucifixion, you can't even choke yourself
For asphyxiation, you
many bitches out there, that's gone be that strong
You was forbiddin' by your parents
Is knowin' that gangster was fuckin' his daughter was scarin' 'em
fo sore eyes
I make toast to our 20 anniversary to keep our love alive passion hot like a 3rd degree
I love to enjoy life imma human being
Sipping Ace
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Yesterday I was a bum and broke
Today I am a star and broke
In this town that's called progress
eye blind reserve for you
I could be your shining sun
You could be my number 1
Got my eyes 2 on you
3rd eye blind reserve for you
I could be your
Navigation lights, on
Strobes, on
Confirm three-eight-echo ready for departure
Hello again, this is now 129.4
129.4, it's to go
You may commence your
Yeah, I think I'm burning up inside
Yeah, I think I'll take a little ride
To light up everything in sight
Oh
Yeah, I'll drive on by your yard
knock, baby come on up
I hope you got got got something in yo' cup
'Cause I'm three shots deep and I ain't tryna sleep
Get your Red Bull on cause I'm
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
lost a very long time
cll this hate on me
She wants me to ruin her life
I don't let it get to me
cll these tattoos on you
Burn like 3rd degree
Whiskey
Even if you give me 3rd degree
Just be enough for 4 me
Yeah It's blinding me yeah It's blinding me
I'm living through the skin of my teeth
And when I
no more thinking that
Somehow the sum will be different
By using division
Congratulations, you've graduated
You finally got your degree
In your
no cash, you don't wanna fuck with me
i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree
with the strike of a match hit the gasoline
drop pills! drugs
degree
Aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last
Get back, move back, this is that smash
This is that murder you niggas get bucked
Your image gets
but
Read please
A necessity
Unlike that 3rd degree
Which costs you more money
Than you well ever see
Stealing all of your energy
While owning rights
featuring Crucial Conflict
{DJ Paul [All]}(x2)
if you niggas ain't scared throw your set [throw em up] (2x)
if you niggas [throw em
on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for the first same time
Them
tempted
To throw my senses in
Cause it's easier to fly
Than to face another day
In southern sun
And your love is all around
In the air to set me
expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
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