Lyrics:
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
Feel your big toe - 2nd toe - 3rd toe, 4th toe, little toe.
Feel after.
Move your attention to your left hand. Move the fingers of your left hand 1 by
race
Get the gas face
Word to 3rd Bass
Homerun my bitch
Dats after passin’ 3rd base
Ass fat she clappin’ it
Ass fat I’m slappin’ it
Propose to it
sides
Come down to jersey baby we can get high
Yeah grind it, roll it, light it
3rd eye feel enlightened
We see the truth and we don't like it
We see
Come down to jersey baby we can get high
Yeah grind it, roll it, light it
3rd eye it, feel enlightened
We see the truth and we don't like it
We see
A sly poet as yal know it the kanes back
Adversary’s wonder how I did it, its just that
3rd chorus :
The rule applies, better be in it to win it, stood
Moses
And make the 3rd Testament the next time you smokin'"
"I made you the oldest, so you could keep growin'
And make the 3rd Testament the next
ages nothing interests me.
I`ll ring another number, make sure it`s a she.
Here we go again, I`ll give it 3rd degree.
No hard feelings oh yes I`m sure
my tokens, Chuck E cheese
All this shit from grindin' and hard work
It ain't luckily
I'm too 3rd Wall, wide open, lay up
I'll still shoot the three
cost you.. Hold up, call my manager to get a verse from me
And I'll teach you all the birds and bees
My truth burns like the 3rd degree
And my family
tryna stifle it
I swear I'm not throwing shots I'm fully cocked on my rifle spit
Jesus died then on the 3rd day he arose
I was born on the 3rd so we're
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
to the Av
North to the deep East
To the youth and the beast
HP 3rd Street
Telegraph to the Av
North to the deep East
[Chorus]
This the way
In
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
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
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
we're up to ten
My heart knew it was gonna end in love
1st step, a sweet hello
2nd step, my heart's aglow
3rd step, we had a date
4th step, we
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
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
despise me
Yeah call you a peter you denying
Yeah yeah I was in 3rd grade
Watched niggas get shot up in the worst way
Thankfully I'm still seeing them
[Chorus]
You the one who won the spelling bee
I'm the first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet
I'm the one who went and stole
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
kept me warm and she kept me fed
July 3rd was a dreaded friend of mine
We'd all go down to the family plot in the Louisiana pines
Staring at that
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