Lyrics:
the vintage
It's from 'Bleached by Abigail'
And you know I got the shoes
"Zubafy" it's by 'Zoom'
3rd down we stoppin ya mafia mafia
3rd down we stoppin ya mafia
I'm who these hataz hate to the 3rd degree
They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm
the territory
1st Salesman
Doesn't know the territory?!?
3rd Salesman
What's the fellow's line?
2nd Salesman
Never worries 'bout his line
1st Salesman
Step to me it's 3rd degree
You're all committing perjury
You gone need some surgery
If you go and try the burglary
If you go and try to murder me
then you know that i stay clean
My sister the same thing, she steppin in 3rd degree
With her brand new job she steppin with hurt feet
I dont plan
guard the bitch up
Bout to get your World crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd Ward
if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier
(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
I'm straight from da struggle dats just how I eat
I know you hear the trumpets
3rd time around dis ain't a 3 peat
I gotta go and get it dats by any
3rd
Always #1 while you staying in 3rd
Cetti on da beat n he speaking speaking his word
Dani on da beat, n he made that shit glow
I'm whipping the jag,
yo aim
Just know you'll have a 3rd degree
Put some respect on my name
I'm the newest vip
Put some respect on my name
I am the king of the game
No one
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
Don't be friends with Mary (Don't do it)
Don't be friends with Nikki
How bout Dopey
And if somehow I'm caught up on my way up to the 3rd
I know they
words like Ron Burgandy
Give these beats the 3rd degree
It occurs that musics just a church to me
And I'm losin Faith
And I'm losin Faith
And I'm losin
need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take
need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take
the 3rd degree
The 3rd to be urgen me, these niggas want to murbed me
They scared of the consequences comin' from my defenses
It ain't that expensive, have
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
Listen we taking back to Toonami days y'all don't know Nothin bout this anime shit
There once lived a man named Gol D Roger he was King
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
fuck Gotti
Tha N-O been way bout it 'fore P told ya
I'm a real soulja lets go to war & I'mma show ya
I don't have a damn conscience about nathan
How ya
I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird
Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd
Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at
Cause
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