Lyrics:
I'm a 3rd ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a 9th ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a long beach nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a no limit nigga
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
[Chorus]
You the one who won the spelling bee
I'm the first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet
I'm the one who went and stole
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
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
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
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
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
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
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
blunts, no 3rd Degree
It's M.O.B. 'til I R.I.P.
Already
I'm on my G
Come to my city, better pay the fee
Don't fuck with me
I'm bipolar
Bite my style, I
lurk
Use to see me wit my dick in the dirt
Ran a check up on haters know it gotta hurt
Use to Chase junkies the 1st and the 3rd
Now they lookin for me
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
got you but it won't get me
He's in a little demon to the 3rd degree,
Mo drugs, White thugs and wanna be's,
Soldiers of the burbs all guilty see,
I'm up next
Only been a year
Still clapped back
Ain't talkin chairs
I'm like 50 cent to the 3rd power
Trust me you don't wanna take me There
to come down
Yeah, playa worldwide 3rd coast all day
Mississippi wheel connected everywhere
Mind 4eva N a Day, forever how forever anyway
You know how
just want be like me
All this swag I need a cooler
Yea I'm up to 3rd degree
Nigga better not send that blitz
Better call a audible
I got water on my
my s**t
Oh this my s**t, this my s**t
Oh this my s**t, this my s**t
It was Dope Supply, Get Money Click, Cocked n Locked and 3rd Degree
If you wanted
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
and through me
What I prayed is the vision that he sees
If I could see my brothers that would be lovely to me
I have angels protecting me to the 3rd degree
It
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