Lyrics:
Turnin on you
You turnin on me
Started out was family
I aint turn on you
You turned on me
Took my heart thats robbery
Criminal shit 3rd degree
You can't
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Heard Of Me
These Niggas The First To Swear They Hot But Nigga We Been On 3rd Degree
Aint No Chance Of Holding Me
What’s They Score Like O For 3
He
bitch like a philly
feel me believe me and see me in 3D
have you heard I will use my 3rd eye
murders occur when I demonstrate eliminate the witness
It's a mutherfuckin Jag, exhaust pipe
If I had it my way, Im going all night
But these 3rd degree burns, they don't feel right
Car drives off but I hold
me word
You get paroled on the 3rd
Ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin'
Still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying
a nigga
Even think about
Touching me
I might catch
A 3rd degree
On the scene
Murder charges
Only thing
I ain't beat
If he think
He got heart
Then I
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
What's in front of me
Burns to the 3rd degree
You can't tell me how to feel
All I did was keep it real
Cause I was feeling jaded when you wrote me off
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
I belong inside a basement
I just wanted to be normal
I see myself in 3rd person
Every single morning
And as I walk Thru out my day
I sit and cringe
got to walk it by myself.
[2nd & 3rd times:]
You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for
think
May 3rd check the CD if you want a little
Knowledge bigger than college
I promise you the metaphoric's that
Will offer you solace like
The Great
And niggas they give you love, cus dey down for it
Now that's just how it goes, and all the hoes on me
And everything is V.I.P, and that's on D.P.G
Now
everything about music cream
I never sleep
No time to dream
Pristine Machine vs. Polypropylene
I’m Infinite
No emergency
I’m like 3rd degree
No Hyperbole
It’s
to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is
Rise it's time for us to awake from this
Oppression and depression
Get your mind out this false fabricated invention
Of this 3rd dimension don't you
badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul looking for shelter, on the late night accept ya
Treat
dreams
The morning of December 3rd
A room full of screams
Never seen it coming, every day so routine
But everything ain't always what it seems
There's no
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
a blindfold
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Unless it's with a side note
I've been taking notes since a kid in the 3rd grade
Jumped on
Pushed around
Get up
know that this my f*****g life
N****s they just never do believing where your 3rd eye
See I never really came up from the mud and I will tell the truth
I
youngins go step on him
Fuck that nigga can't rep off me
Murder, we gon' take that shit to 3rd degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one
I'm not saying drop out. I'm saying, know why you going
My mom brought me here from a 3rd world country
Plenty parents did the same but, it's still
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