Lyrics:
just hit her with the Heisman
According to percentages they told me I would never win
Gares finna vent again it's really getting evident
Talk in 3rd
help but shine
On my own Ten toes
Switching hoes like it's clothes
Keep my 3rd eye open
Gotta watch out for my foes
When I took the time off
Most Dese
not lose and if you thought
I will settle for anything less than homie
I got news to the 3rd degree
NC's in a state of emergency
(Yes, yes, get it
one hit
It stimulates your mind
And open you 3rd eyes up
Early, early in the morning
As the break o dawn come
I open up my eyes
I just wanna light it
I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should I
rather take
Till theirs no room on your plate
And that child in a 3rd world
Can’t even get a flake
And you still say gods is to blame
You ain’t never
looked as I'm living lavish
But on my 3rd bimmer headed to work still up in the traffic jam
Fuckin up a chicken sango upon demand
While they spectate they
need u to listen
U forever my family
But I learned
to keep my distance
Like 2nd or 3rd cousins
That barely say a sentence
I still love u like my own
But
Bitcoin an invention created
On January 3rd 2009
By an anonymous creator
Derided laughed at ignored
For the first five or six years
Started
the world I wouldn't want to be
If it wasn't the block
I mean
Out here is where I had my first fights
My best days and worst nights
1st tries and 3rd strikes
DJ's takin a stab in the dark
And every brother I met learned techniques from Clark
Rich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMD
Aladdin from Low Profile,
Come im just a product of The 80’s
I’m. Built For It All Ain’t No Way I’ll Let You Break Me
Got. Money On My Mind Cant Be about Worried No Hater
Ugh
I ain’t the same that you seen me as the last time
I used to be a young nigga up on 3rd and pine
Now I pull and I blow these lil bitchs mind
30
Blocking out the negativity
Haters I bypass
Bragging bout a raise you're underpaid
I knew that shit
When I was back in 3rd grade
On my momma
I know they
to the populated cities
So imagine what the world is like on earth in 2050
There are no peoples
There are no Russians
There are no Arabs
There are no 3rd worlds
funded experimentation
Housing project degradation
Health care like 3rd world nation
Highest rates of incarceration
Cops drive kids off reservations
Leave
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
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
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
graphic by design
Drinking juice from off the vine
Eat it to the rind
On the 3rd day, Jesus turned water back into wine
Is you thirsty?
Come on girly what
man Abel can relate
He been right there
Since my 3rd tape
Behind the White House recorded in apartments
Four years of a brotherhood it feels great
Sid
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
know my heart I want to hamma oh o
Cause I never wan make dey borrow oh o
Or make dey live the life in sorrow oh o sorrow
3rd Verse
See when I enter
initial perception quickens my heart rate
This dark place planet Earth orbits one star
Come from afar far away state of mind
Open up your 3rd eye Black
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