Lyrics:
with a bottle
He got Ringworms i just committed 3rd degree
Murder on a teenager
He just tried to up a bankroll
But it was green paper
Asked a nigga for
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
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
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
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
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
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
slay me
Who you the game
And now they play me? Haha
Can't block the blessings heat seek to the woi
3rd eye forever 6ixin like ya mans was the boy
It's
[Outro: Young Jeezy]
So I'm sittin right here now man
It's June 3rd haha, 2:08 AM
Nigga I won't say win, lose or draw
Man we congratulate you already homie
Philly to L.A. its where they raised me
You may not know me, I'm known as 3rd Degree
I started in 1990 as the Little Rebel T
God's love, I got that tatted
Just one more mile.
C G C
In the end / It’s the journey makes you smile (Repeat 3rd time)
To seemingly give up everything you have
Is this what it is to give up a dream
I love you and gave you my everything
From 3rd grade street games
To real pads
thing I have is my honesty
I know I'm more honest than everybody
cnd not just when the mics on me
cnd I'm spitting fire till its 3rd degree
So I use my
the rhyme-ass trickster or outcast
of intellect, I wreck shit with my own sect
The ace in the hole, I'm the Derelict of Dialect
..
[MC Serch]
3rd Bass, but not
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
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
(Yeah, keep tryin' me)
I'm still the type to gon' and slap the fucking shit outta you bro!
3rd quarter drop so tell yo' niggas I'm comin' with it
And this
the shallow end
Yea I'm fucken out of it
Pop them like klonopin
Get so bored with normal life
Yea you can keep the shallow end
Murderous
Murder me
In the 3rd
onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix
Pull up on a fuckin' enemy, 3rd degree
(Goddam) now I'mma go right back to the crib (to the crib bitch)
And leave the fuckin'
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
gone win, it’s a studio
Thang when the beat jump in and you know that shit slap when the squad like
Yehh
3rd degree burns on the hand from the pen game
Loving this life
That's the way to be
Burn a couple of niggas
Ain't no 3rd degree
You Talking too much homie
Say less
I ain't built off no damn stress
Imma
wishing big, timmy turner
said i can't buy a queen i gotta earn her
nigga you touchin me, 3rd degree murder(STOP)
genuinely concerning
it's really a burden,
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