Lyrics:
You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon
Leave your head rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the side street saloon
Til' I figured it out, to the 3rd
masturbate
You can't even believe it but that's okay
On the microphone I fascinate
When I let my 3rd eye exaggerate
Freaky visions I tell you what I see
Cold
deeper than 3rd degree
And you asking me why I leave
I hope me telling my perspective give you some sort of relief
(Check it)
Now you asking why I ain't
place I don't care bout no 3rd
What's the word what's the action shit I'm all bout traction
If niggas ain't moving best believe that I'm subtracting
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
with the luminance
Of a star (Star)
So you'll get a reflection star, (Star)
I hold mine (no doubt) Adonai
With divine fire of the 3rd Degree
From
Team Wu-Tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang
As they take home another
to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY
Fl to IL, TX to MI
As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen
Team Wu-Tang's holdin' down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd
beef nigga pop out
If its beef nigga pop out
I can move anywhere when my city on lockdown
Do a drill like piggies
Hit zone 3rd go chill with the bitties
Never got why I'd be celebrated been giving the 3rd degree
This year all of them heard my speech
Happy birthday to me
Bled out on stages
Soaking it in
Know I be with real steppas come in make shit shake
Tell my bro to grab that stick we finna spin like beyblade
When we slide yo ass betta hide when
fever dreams
The hottest rods
Bars more like solar beams
Off the fuel Im Sol it seems
Amun Ra, with thoth involved
My pen and ink give 3rd degrees
couldn't, watch my enemies and watch my friends
I live the life of a young nigga wantin to ball
I said, mama pray when I walk the halls
I got 3rd Ward niggaz
get burned to the 3rd degree
Cuz I ain't no bitch ain't no fucking me
I promise you shit can get ugly
She a thot I can't give her no wedding ring
I need
it's sad to see
I got burned it's 3rd degree
I'll race you in the grand prix
Beat your ass like a trainee
I'm in jail i'm unfree
Can you please just
the broad day
Niggas spraying with a K
Above all keep the kids straight
Despite falls
We still great
Drink and shake
At a block party
3rd ward, 4th ward
buck
2nd and 3rd hope I'll sit converting
Myself back to before you came a serpent
Outta my mind old pictures yeah they burnin'
Of you can't take it no
nigga
We all know that means no worries
Yea we gone get this guala my nigga
It's all on my hands like curry
Cop the new lenciagas my nigga
Cause 3rd grade
me but somehow it still feel right
I don't like her ass anymore but it felt nice
You out that's your 3rd strike
I can always point yo shit out like
high if they catch me i'm doing the max oh
Last night really my first night
Off of the shrooms fucked up reading the room
3rd eye open just open my mind
internally 3rd degree
like open heart surgery
artery’s shredded cause you
Filled with hot lead
that’s why you gonna die any scene any setting
ain’t a movie
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
Ungh! [let's get ready to rumble]
Where ya from? Where ya from? [ya heard me]
That 3rd Ward. Time to start this fight, you fuckin right
Bitch, get
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