Lyrics:
ass means nothing to us”/
...as they laugh, tears flowed to his eyes/
Thinkin....maybe they would love me more if I were white/
3rd
Russ is 37 now,
they got infested
While our cultures been neglected
Struggle to see the light your 3rd eyes infected
They can't see the dimensions
Easy to forget
NOT HAVE LET HIM DO IT TO MY HAIR
I COULD NOT HAVE LET HIM DO IT TO MY HAIR...
3rd movement: IT AROUND AND WAIT
""TUESDAY""
SWEET GIRL, SIT AROUND
this shit
I'm on my 3rd life
Hope u a fan of this shit
This shit my real life
eat while it's the harder way
3rd verse: No escort no passport just a box where I be no jail cell but it's like hell I still smile I'm not free catch
to on the low I'm high
I could never do such thing to you I shine so bright
Inside this dark view that I see so clearly, from a 3rd eye
Fold, on me
Yeah, is it
commit a federal crime
There ain't no such thing as bailing
'Cause where you gonna go
Mexico and every 3rd world country is owned
By the USA
The same
get caught was the first lesson
Such a presence I was called the future but I'm past that like 3rd and 7
Charges read a felony possession
Couldn't let
[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
Think we can all agree
Fuck the generational curses
& kudos to us for breaking barriers passing the 3rd degree
This here aint nothing new to me
Been
covered garden
Downtown in the park
Your sweet and sour Toronto
Helped me see in the dark
Dufferin Street
Tandridge Crescent
34th Avenue
3rd
I touch you
You wake
All the love that we've been making
I can not believe that its goin' on the 3rd day
No need for a clock
'cause baby girl
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
I'm a 3rd ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a 9th ward nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a long beach nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a no limit nigga
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
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
feelings thell die with me
I tried to do great things but ended up on a killing spree
That's what got me burned to the 3rd degree
So when I say I love you
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
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
your heart
Your Heart (2x)
That I’m not tryna break your heart
Bridge/ 3rd Verse
The past seems to have a tight hold on ya
I’m what you’ve never had
(Damn)
I'm on the south side, you on the outside
Five minutes get to Popeyes
Trap house had a rottweiler
All this weed like a bonfire
I'mma 3rd strike
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
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