Lyrics:
me word
You get paroled on the 3rd
Ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin'
Still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying
spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
Street on up to Ennis
Hanging out on Sunnyside with my cousin Corey
They was on that
And the demons of greed
Drain me bastards
Uphold the lie
Suffocating in silence
I swallow my pride
I've got to escape this tomb
3RD from the sun
This
Shawty waited I thousand more time's
Let me know how you tell me these lies
Lie , lies , lies , lies
1993 on my mind
On my mind
Cut the cake on 3rd
talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip, drive it up, steer
can do what you like
[Chorus]
Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risks, life is risky
The 'E' stands for Epic and the 'S' stands for Shifty
So let
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
and give me me
Postman off in these streets
On day to day activities
Filling special delivery's
Call me Stax to the 3rd degree
Can't tell you what I'm finna
[Silkk]
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5
Nigga it's the S-I-L to the K but don't forget to dot the "i"
Going into that booth like steak (What?)
3rd
Aye
Aye
Young n*ggas we run up the loot
Got junkies that shoot up and boot
Won the hand I was dealt, I'm the truth
3rd eye puttin' n*ggas on mute
At last my dreams come true
Today he said "I do"
Friends said it couldn't be done
But all his love I know I've won
'Cause 3rd finger, left
blunts in the 3rd with 3rd sittin gucci
imma muthafuckin boss whats the ticket
keep the zip if it run $150
call my team yeah they all coming with me
with
to this deep truth
In St Petersburg, journalists got it in black and white
If you don't do your job, you're pushing us towards the 3rd World War.
A dilemma
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,
the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay
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,
a crazy night
The 1st CD was empty
The 2nd scratched to death
The 3rd was fine I got it
My heart was in a mess
money in store
Well, I'll come back and I'll wed the sweet lassie I left
On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore
We sailed three days, we were all seasick
a friendship
Had a dozen of you, already loved you, I couldn't stop
Got on the metro stumbling to 3rd and Pine block
Hit the Micky D's, puked all over
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
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
bitch like a philly
feel me believe me and see me in 3D
have you heard I will use my 3rd eye
murders occur when I demonstrate eliminate the witness
(3rd Lan3)
3rd lane, I switch
I carry a pole, I don't wanna know
If I ever fall for a bitch
I don't wanna grow, I just wanna go
Cause I'm so done
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
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