Lyrics:
3rd times the charm but still gave them Six Tries
Tryna keep you Happy Had me walkin on Pins and Needles
Always the one hurt up in the end can't
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
HEART, in no mans land you’ll get picked apart
Before u even start, yeah he hard/ until that close encounter of a 3rd kind
Or he stand in front of judges
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
Nice Nice Nice
Kick 'em in the grill Pete!
Verse One: Pete Nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass'll express, KMD
Three blind mice
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
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
where we differ
But we both are go getter's
Since the 3rd grade
She was working 3rd shift, everyday
Up late, walking to the school I was hella late
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
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
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
so 3rd degree's how bad it was burning me
But maybe being a smarty pants ain't in my genes purposefully
I got to be reminded when God made me he was
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
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking
Coming down the slab line the fo's crip
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
worry
3rd degree burns from the ones who bore me
A blue bird that's free falling
And a song that's unforgiving
Send my regards
The earth knows my name
we never snoozing
This my song
Ya'll cant jam to this
Ya'll not fucking with me
When you feel this shit
You going to get 3rd degree 3rd degree
Yea this
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
I do this in ya honor
3rd degree manslaughter middle finger to ya honor and the da the whole Minneapolis pd matter fact al over to you coons
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
found my niche I done pushed every drug
hoped inna streets ain't know how hot it really was
Fire arms out I got 3rd degree burns
Ain't know how to tare
knees and I said ima change it
Bouta burn up on some 3rd degree
I'm on elevator with my enemy
I might erupt off the energy
You still get high
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