Lyrics:
around this 3rd Coast, so drop your tops
G.I.N. and Presidential, with that boy from Wreckshop
And Mr. Slim Thug, we feel we can't be stopped
It's
around this 3rd Coast, so drop your tops
G.I.N. and Presidential, with that boy from Wreckshop
And Mr. Slim Thug, we feel we can't be stopped
It's
before you ever said a word to me
You can take a final bow honey cause your act is like a 3rd degree
Whoa, you've struck the last match with me baby.
to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is
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
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
Lambert, Tremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave
3rd Ave, Ogden, Webster, Simpson
Yo, we the Bronx avengers, partners
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
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
on
In one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone
Check my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco
Normany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of
I
Polish the 3rd eye still trying to keep the soul right
V3
cnnunakiah ancient Cameroon in his blood
The only man that can get with the plug
cnd move
and leave ya
Beside a lonely road or inside a meat freezer
That's the way it goes on the
3rd rock from the sun (earth)
Alone circling the light were we
Begun
Universal crimes
Illusions at an all-time high
All time Eye try and keep my 3rd eye wide
Drink agua check in with my spiritual guide close chakras
They
this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2
3RD VERSE:
When the bullets fly squat knee high, like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
3rd degree
See the chain on my neck got a storm on me
She know I'm abandoned
I know she a dancer
My lil bro a bandit
Turn off the camera
We popping it's
boot he a spare tyre
3rd degree I'm inda kitchen I dont mind the fire
Get a box like a funeral just to dress flyer
Remember stuck on curb kicking ball
n if you died would u be proud
I wasted plenty of time, was losing my mind
I shoulda been grindin
But since I been home from jail
This 3rd time around
he will paid me on tha 3rd but I know he lied
(Lied)
Now I got his family wondering how tha fuck he died
Started getting money changed up on em they
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
under me
Transform bout that cash money she my Bumble Bee,
Rodeo Drive shopping burnin cash to the 3rd degree, get it back next week, man it's a blessed
Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with your
im 3rd degree
Im dropping out no degree
If you dont notice, now you notice me
I burn the tree
And smoke the leaf, but that aint me
Im only eighteen
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
My mind is in focus when I walk, walk through that door.
CHORUS
1st degree! 2nd degree! 3rd degree! Score!
My life begins anew each day. Karate!
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