Lyrics:
Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie
No such terms as let me when we all got plenty
Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny
It's the KMD ? g fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're sprayin'
My ace is in the hole
So what you playing
"KMD and 3rd bass is just
the market thieves
Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramids
Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail
surges
Piss
beggin' aint what I do
But I'm beggin' you
Don't let go
3rd Verse
In the nighttime (ch)
Under the moonlight (ch)
Watching the stars fly (ch)
Two of us
Awakening wonder
(Repeat Chorus after second verse, then go down to 3rd verse)
(Repeat Chorus after third verse)
Once I met a man who knew where he was
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
fascinate
When I let my 3rd eye exaggerate
Freaky visions, I tell you what I see
Cold concrete scattered with dry leaves
You naked lying on the pavement
in the 3rd Coast
Houston Texas, at the bottom of the map baby
let's make it first class
Let’s pour a 3rd glass and make our thirst last
They say,
Time flies, let's make it first class
Lets make our thirst last, baby
and couldn't write
This occurred and happened pretty much all my life
So by the 3rd time I just laughed at em and rocked the mic
It just happened to make me work
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
Ground control to minor 3rds
Overtake and shed some sleep
Harmony loves tragedy in our own jeopardy
I cannot seem to say what I need
They have my
Ground control to minor 3rds
Overtake and shed some sleep
Harmony loves tragedy in our own jeopardy
I cannot seem to say what I need
They have my
I'm staying in Ensley
Handling business I should wear a suit
I'm not giving papers on 3rd Avenue
Hit her, don't lick her, I'm breaking up with her
Drive
Cause you ain't looking at me Wright
By the 3rd avenue Tommy gun rounds took flight
Me at a graveyard is an everyday sight
Either praying or I'm creeping
won't play
This your ticket to the soul train
Your train seat could be 3rd base, I can see your face looking like a joy face
Keep ya cool now Nikka don't
Let's get away and go clear out our mind
Let's have a good time
Let's have a good time
Let's have a good time
Let's have a good time
Rock with a dip you
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
this was in block 8 flat 3
Pops was pushing that 85 Honda Accord and the other cars zooming past we
Car breaking down every other street
3rd Avenue PHC
of like 3rd person experiences
You see things from your own experiences and you inference the rest
And you make good music or whatever
Artists know how
your top three like Jordan going 3rd
Niggas drop me in the pot and let me cook up like coke
Took my time with the wrist and that's why I’m so dope, Feel
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
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
the moment
Got the blackest sky ever while everything else is glowing
Intellectual, they keep on trusting you but always texting you
Every 2nd to every 3rd is
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