Lyrics:
about his experience with Monroe Academy
Mr. Drummond, the floor is yours." Thank you
I never would've dreamed in 3rd grade that I would be here
Having
the 3rd I know my way around it
Feel like Master P billy goat bout bout
90/10 spilt only way no way around it
Learned the game from Baby,Hov,P all I want is
this nigga kept it up,
Up to bat the 3rd time, nigga struck out
Blamed it on tha bitch and told her "get the fuck out"
(People say its dirtyyy, people
with a 3rd strike
Triple beam have him seeing triple till he serve time
Don’t need a 3rd eye to see the blind lead the blind
In real life, you can live
Aye
Aye
Young n*ggas we run up the loot
Got junkies that shoot up and boot
Won the hand I was dealt, I'm the truth
3rd eye puttin' n*ggas on mute
the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd
You know what we do when we come through, ya heard?
In the south nigga
Deep in the four door, watchin
for the shit I'm spittin'
I know I'm scarin' ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay
Ungh! [let's get ready to rumble]
Where ya from? Where ya from? [ya heard me]
That 3rd Ward. Time to start this fight, you fuckin right
Bitch, get
away bout the day you gone murder me
I see that you want you a rapper now
Well I want a bitch on they 3rd degree
I think it's good for you that I don't
Let's go
Ay
Born with the flames in my veins, please be cautious
3rd degree burns from the fire I deposit
Claim you wanna change, but you can't
perfectly certainly
Curving these lil birdies be burning shit 3rd degree
Skool of hard knocks nigga on my 3rd degree
Paint da coup white nigga so you know
nobody heard of me
I'm Chasing all the currency
Cut thru these beats like it's surgery
Flow give you a
3rd Degree Burn cause it's to hot
Grew up bumpin
while ya'll suckas sellin' wammys
we on our way to the Grammys
3rd ward brothers that came up
Keep my name out yo' mouth
like Messy Marvin I'm gonna
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)
Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock
I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks
ain't ever trippin
No thank you, peace
Now i may be different but get used to me
I been out here burning bridges in a 3rd degree
Hide n seeking for
restless, tryna tell 'em that I'm hotter than a burn of the 3rd degree,
Then I try to tell 'em that nobody in the world as hot as me! me,
If you really
blunts, no 3rd Degree
It's M.O.B. 'til I R.I.P.
Already
I'm on my G
Come to my city, better pay the fee
Don't fuck with me
I'm bipolar
Bite my style, I
wise guys
Toting guns just for fun doin drivebys
Sometimes ya gotta be wise guy
And see thru that bullshit wit ya 3rd eye
Cuz aint nothin gon be handed
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
gotta know that time is a race
You only get one chance for first place
Just set a good pace and maintain ya own lane
You know im 3rd Fanga gang
Give
Remedy uh
It was healing me uh
You were hurting me uh
Burning me to the 3rd degree
To be honest
I'm well polished
With all love
Look at what I
while ya'll suckas sellin' wammys
we on our way to the Grammys
3rd ward brothers that came up
Keep my name out yo' mouth
like Messy Marvin I'm gonna
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