Lyrics:
I remember being posted up on the 1st and the 3rd
Just re'd up, nigga got a 9 piece
All the while fantasizing, visualizing ,comin' through in a Benz
Don't be mad at me cus that truth hurt dude
God gone bless me I know that real soon
I been patient I know that my time due
2nd 3rd 4th 5th inning in
Oh, on that night I had came from a
Party on 3rd Avenue with some friends
And I was going home and that's when
I was stopped by police officers
the race that
We've creatively cremated leads to hatred
3rd degrees with salt on the wounds
He's faceless!
Contradictions stain my record and I admit it
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
get caught was the first lesson
Such a presence I was called the future but I'm past that like 3rd and 7
Charges read a felony possession
Couldn't let
and sittin' and layin' in line
First they'll do a little singin', then hear a little preachin'
And get saved for the 3rd time this week
A bowl of soup
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
a bloody mess (tap tap)
[Hook laps over 3rd time bridge starts]
I remember being posted up on the 1st and the 3rd
Just re'd up, nigga got a 9 piece
All the while fantasizing, visualizing, comin' through in a Benz
talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip, drive it up, steer
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
twisted, still uncut and explicit
Uptown's where I'm listed, look me up in the 3rd Ward
You might find me on the Parkway between ????? and ???????
Smokin'
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
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
Listening to Love Wolfe must be taunting
Don't waste my time
Outside of your house at night
A 3rd degree is light
Leaving you here in the street at night
get 3rd coast customs got da van lookin like a slice of blueberry pie
And I luv vegetables in fact I'm wearin 70 karats aroun my neck
And 11 mo aroun my
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
pack, six degrees of separation
My evil 3rd eye blinks with no hesitation
Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth and steady, blowing
pack, six degrees of separation
My evil 3rd eye blinks with no hesitation
Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth and steady, blowing
I wanna get right to the source
This shit is just wavy lil baby I been here just right off the coast
And we probably faded forever the greatest 3rd
Got these niggas walking on a tippy toes
Really nice with them hoes though
Had to call her twice 3rd time was a no show
I don't really know if you know
with the most high
Hand raised high
Closed fist, they don't like
Bout to bowl a strike
This my 3rd strike
I'm going on a strike
I ain't running from
heard herb
Should talk in sign language, y'all don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip,
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