Lyrics:
child
My enemies die slow, it’s torture
3rd degree burns on your body when I scorch ya
Sunblock, Ong Bak, elbow to forehead
Double back, reload, empty out
Better Yet Fucking Scorch you to a 3rd degree,
My shits hotter than Cardi B or Nicki,
Fuck with mines Nigga I leave that Ass bloody,
Like Chris did Riri,
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
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
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
mic, 3rd degree
Two more EPs ni top game, automatically
Clout chasing kwa mneti aaiiii uyo si mi
After heist, msupa ali elope na mi si mi
Rolled dice,
[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
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
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
Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs
You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony
éses that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big Whos and Day
I'm windy city 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor lake grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every
Committin' adultery the lords temple is the
Source of this hypocrisy
Convicted felons NORE
3rd strikin' ouncin' lowkey - incogni
In neighborhoods - foreign
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
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
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
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
they
Like "look it's Eminem"
Looking back again I's in the worst place
All I had was beastie boys and third bass
I'm the dude who always come
Down in 3rd
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
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
University
Melbourne PD they heard of me
Treat me like we did first degree
Murder or maybe 3rd degree
No sir i don't have no degree
Here's my license what else
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
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