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Don't Talk to me nigga I promise I don't wanna talk
You play with the gang against all odds I'm never gon fall
I might as well judge sum shìt cause

just had crashed the v
Had to switch the bitch out cause she tried to step to me
Spitting fire, now you got that 3rd degree
I'm a doctor, dissect

hurt but you were hurting me
complicated shit that we waded through
young kids in love feels like murder in the 3rd degree

yea, swear i wish i could

high on 3rd degree (Go Go)
Tell her lil baby don't burden me burden me
Still be rapping like you ain't even heard of me (Uh)
I told lil shortie to wrap

the city where niggas a burn you no 3rd degree so if you aint bout peace then keep your words from me they say forgive and forget yeah that sounds like a bet

arrogant with my Jesus
Like I just got me some Jesus at
The Gucci store with a stimulus check
Let's go with politics here good Lord
My wife did not like me

ain't mall santas we don't
Want the flash photography
Murder in 3rd degree
Hurt her with the words i speak
You a little pussy
Wanna fight me? get thru my

Date Rape

Sublime

40 Oz. to Freedom

1992

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell
She heard a noise

I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by

here fighting 3rd degree
My brothers fighting murder, free to jails, they super active with it
They ain't even got no proof, they point they fingers

Egg Man

Beastie Boys

Paul's Boutique

1989

dummy
People laugh, it's no joke
My name's "Yauch" and I'm throwing the yolk
"Now they got me in a cell," but I don't care
It was then that I got

Incarcerated for less, with a stiffer sentence
I don't have a degree, but I can handle business
More life, more death, or more prison
Only God can judge me by

Family

Ed Sheeran

No. 5 Collaborations

2011

Hmm, let me go
To see my family
Please Father let me go
As my mother sleeps

Ooh (life)

I don't know about James Bond but 'round here nobody

conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails, I'm trying

3rd degree
Turn to sky to burgundy
Raining down with burglary
Hanging from suspensions like the overalls on Urcles' knees
Now we tagged in mentions

to the touch like 3rd degree, ohhh weee 
I guess my good just wasn’t good enough
New house, new car, I bought you all new types of stuff 
In the end, your true

Driving home is our therapy 
We have conversations going like the 3rd degree 
I'll keep your secrets Ellie
Promise you'll do the same for me

I'm

the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been

take it
When it come to music when it come to life
And you know I'm not the one to play with
Bet I'm still in it even when I die
I still remember 3rd

III
Jesus, what was I even doing?

'Cause now it don't mean a thing
God, love's just so embarrassing
Just watch as I crucify myself
For some weird

Grandma used to pray out loud
By her bed every night
To me, it sounded like mumbling
Like she was out of her mind
She said, "Boy, this kind

I used to slang my toys
Flipping Halloween candy November 1st to the 3rd A hustler just like my pops
My mom thinks it's absurd I think that's why

on the dresser (The dresser)
Tried to play me can’t finesse a finesser (Nope)
Burned my heart to the 3rd degree
Blinded by love baby can’t you see
I just can’t

through on the road but full by cars
I should press the button on the lamp but I don't have a 3rd hands
Glows on the phone! Organization with full focus!