Lyrics:
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
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
I need it 1 time, 1 time for whatever
2 times 2 time if you together
A 3rd time make it hard for me to see
My friends like who is she to you, i be
that there
That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind ("Do it!")
I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it
we talk, it always turn to beef
Heated discussions like you burnt me to the 3rd degrees
Mental anxiety was caused from the uncertainties
Before we go
it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us, have your
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
the recordings I have made - try
Capo on 3rd or 4th fret
shows it's
Not even his kid
Chanel bags, everything
She shopping every time she
Gets a wedding ring
This her 3rd marriage, 4 carats
Brand new Jag,
bitch givin' throat to the gang but you got her cuffed
Me and 3rd Lan3 got the switch better keep one tucked
Doing 140 skirt down this Trackhawk
Doing lil
what?
3rd Demon:
I've been in this man many years
There are many of us
Years ago we took him over and now
We are like a Legion in him
4th Demon:
the casino
My bitch big headed i’m a 3rd shotta
She get wavy, crack baby like the 80’s
Working out every night up in the city
My bitch she got me feeling
beats like 3rd degree
Lately I been on the come up
Steal the spotlight burglary
Why you crying bouta girl
Someone get that boy a nursery
And you swear
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
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
to refer to myself in 3rd person from the 3rd person
That's a outta body experience of self
So I can see me fo' me and no one else
Don't need to see
mine)
I feel negative energy , it's (Not mine)
I can't even be friends cause you (Not mine)
Trnna figure my way up out this matrix
I keep my 3rd eye open,
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
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
post don't make her a keeper
Buzzing my phone this shit feel like a beeper
Took 3rd with me time for the Beamer
0, 1, 2, 3 shot in the liver
Nigga wanna
a 3rd job to feed the baby[01:46.98]It could've worked out yes no maybe[01:48.94]Who would've known but you wanted to play me[01:50.81]You can call me
target
Think she obsessed with me like she Nicki Parker
But I'm not a Professor Oglevee
It's 220 if you want a Oz from me
I'm from the 3rd streets aye
I
wanna cut me off like it's a surgery
I got like 1500 people said you heard of me
I got these people tryna kill me just like 3rd degree
Keep it 300 I don't
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