Lyrics:
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
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
know imma make it far, even if it takes me months
Outside the Lines, made my 3rd tape better
First 2 to practice, make the 3rd take better
My birthday
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
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
the grave
3rd day, it's a miracle
Tore down the temple
Now I believe it's rebuildable
You're perfect Jaden
Everything about you says you're royal
The devil
Baby come on, come on
3rd Verse:
Life move forever, on that mistake
And I don’t wanna make no
Mistake about this one
If you now come
and thin (and back again) I'm the last placed mastermind
I be Mr. Asymmetry
Off enough to be wronged
Mr. Asymmetry
3rd Wheel ever long
Mr. Asymmetry
Never
this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I
just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop."
Third Verse [SPM]:
I'm back once again for revenge,
In
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
'bout them Cajun boys?
Whatcha know 'bout them Bayou boys, 3rd Ward ballin' boys?
One time for them motherfuckin' Southern boys
Y'all niggas can't
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
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
the underground like the 3rd world,
when they need new assets,
new honest to prostitute a side and put on a shelf to use their songs
When they needed new
3rd ward
Soulja Slim, he'll pull you niggas hoe card
ATL up in tha bricks
All my real niggas out 4th ward
Free Wayne Perry nigga
Free Big Meech
I'm windy city 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor lake grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every
Ready for the hoes, who ready to roll
Gone with the wind, you been ready to blow
Blow my high, don’t kill the vibe
3rd degree still burning slow
You could
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
'm 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
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
on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
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