Lyrics:
a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line, we'll kill you quick
See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit
You get outta line we'll kill
with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until
down like that
Stunt up on me
You get the 3rd degree
Straight burned by a wolf like me
Turn me into a tyrant
Go on and test me
Blazin' fast when unruly
got me wicked I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
and drove
And through it all we closed
Our eyes, didn't we, at 33 and 1
3 going down for the third time
Under the 3rd degree
Watching a third of all our fellow Americans
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
not lose and if you thought
I will settle for anything less than homie
I got news to the 3rd degree
NC's in a state of emergency
(Yes, yes, get it
no clothes 'cause we won't ever fold (No, no, No)
I'm from 3rd but never third
I'm in first place just so you know (Let's go! Let's go! Let's go
She real classy but don't mind the back seat
All women got a little freak in them you ask me
We hit 3rd base just like Alex Rodriguez
Well let me bring
it's hard to get out and deal with people?
Well if it's hard to get out?
You ever try letting them in?
Hi guys I'm an introvert
It's my 3rd day out here
Sometimes we change seeking for attention
Crying on our own speaking on depression
Getting lost in our mind... 3rd dimension
Shooting for the long
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
the underground like the 3rd world,
when they need new assets,
new honest to prostitute a side and put on a shelf to use their songs
When they needed new
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
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
We ain’t really fuckin witchu, nah you not on our team
Never foldin on my brothas, even if it’s 3rd degree
All we know is paper chasin, goin gettin
must deny yourself
I'm not from here
I'm from a different world, from a different world
From a place past space thats the 3rd heavens
I'm not an alien
wish yuh die frllll
Naw I ain't done
Right back at it
I'm totin the heat give him 3rd degree (That 3rd degree)
I'm hot as da sun
Ready fa static
Zooted
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
[Hook - 2x]
(get back), the time to play is over
(get back), don't act like we ain't told ya
(get back), we some Dirty 3rd soldiers
(get back),
deeper than 3rd degree
And you asking me why I leave
I hope me telling my perspective give you some sort of relief
(Check it)
Now you asking why I ain't
this put ya hand on fire
the sh*t burn No hard feelings its 3rd degree
Cut off pops They said I curved a key
I caught purse and fleed, worth a mfing
walking in truth, or living a lie
Cause I keep on falling reaching for the sky
With no answers to my questions
Asking God why, why
3rd Hook: 2x
why, why
nobody heard of me
I'm Chasing all the currency
Cut thru these beats like it's surgery
Flow give you a
3rd Degree Burn cause it's to hot
Grew up bumpin
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