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constitutionalize
Now what u mean why the hell do you think we alive
Now pay homage to our mothers and fathers or die
And open up your 3rd eye like a birds eye
Me I

Money Talks

Silkk

Bossalinie

1999

the 3rd Ward Bossalinie 
No such terms as let me when we all got plenty 
Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny 
Money talks, my whomps,

callin yo phone/

Where they at now? jumpin another nigga bones/





 Case weak wit a good lawyer they a dismiss it/

On ya 3rd felony so you don’t wanna

Mank
Raised up in the Mud, I know my shit do stank
Throughout my 3rd grade, fist fights once a week
To keep it 100, sometimes I got beat
Taught fast from

that's the home of more murders than loving
But this is nothing, 3rd street Nigga came from shooting to dubbing
Pushing and shoving kicked em to the street

n**** ain no fuckin plug 
He sent you up the street 

Glock switches we tote federal heats 
They burn to 3rd degree 
Got bitches I fuck on the campus

back on the 3rd floor
Hear the gentle way that he caresses and presses
The grooves without being selfish
Goes a little differently on the 4th floor
 Hey

I'm a magical, lyrical, spiritual gangster.
I started paying bills when I was a 3rd grader.
When I turned 18 my stepdad left for the neighbor. 
My mom

I'm paid
Making their hit on the first
Of the month
Put them in a fuckin blunt by the 3rd
If it's up
Then it's stuck
That's my word
Don't give a fuck

me misunderstood or you can run the fade
I dropped the most songs this year I’m ahead of my pace
After I drop this 3rd album then I’ll hibernate
I’ll

it ain’t you can’t feed me the lies
Anybody w 3rd eyes see deceit in ya vibe
Uh
It’s cap central all over ur smash single
Ima masked bengal white tee w

(Mhmm, mhmm)
Frank Zulu The 3rd
What?
Yeah

Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want to let us in (Whoa)
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want

how mixing these proverbs, words in reach
Make every verb fit perfectly
I had to get the right angle to furnace
Need 87 burned, so I hit em at a 3rd

Aaaaah, doot doot doot doot, huh
Heard the ops gon pull up, go ahead and let hell loose
3rd class goblin
Money is the motive
Never had shit, I'm so

Got birds for money, on the curb we hungry
And I promise that my way is
Like a 3rd world country (fuck it)
We doomed for the cage (yeah)
I never let go

3rd Verse: Scribe
Scribe's here so give it up [applause]
I never put the mic down when I pick it up
I rip it up so dope this year, everybody want a hit

behave
And I spit like i'm ready for world war
Serve raw N I get it crunk like
N I get it crunk like I live in the 3rd ward
I don't got a house dawg
I live

ahead when minds are not renewed
The Most High
Can see beyond the bird's eye
So much so I don't need there's nor the 3rd eye
What have we become
When his

Hit da Floe

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn what none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get paid
So roll

Vocal Instrument

Suns Of The V.I.

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

sense 
Sa lyrical barracks for ya has beens 
Mentally crappin' out in a deadly game of snake eyes
One die bring fries here's a new salt for that 3rd

of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter

chime
Heart thud like a cannon on the line
Vivid echoes of the dream on his mind
This week the 3rd of its kind
Now his bottles of meds will conceal
But

to that
Then it's over mayn

I represent for the Dirty 3rd
When I shake the block
For P-A T and Mafio, I'ma drop the drop
Body rock and catch hot
When these

a party every 3rd for him. And Lil'Boos
Ie love is from the newest thug to the truest thug,
everybody showin love. Cause I keep on coming and I
keep