Lyrics:
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
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
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
for the shit I'm spittin'
I know I'm scarin' ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd
the 3rd morning
Now the ds passing and they all lurking
Niggas hungry so we still serving
Boy I done fucked up some onions
I bet I won't fuckup again
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
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
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
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
on the wall we pissy drunk at the players ball/
3rd Verse
It was on playboy at tonight’s main event/
Dos Equis had the yacht the models was heaven sent/
Labatt
He better keep it with him
Don’t leave no witnesses
Just leave the victim’s
Word around town
Them niggas fuckin with the opps
Then we gone leave then
just want it
But we never won it
Let's keep it 100
My Benjamin button
I put my love
Below the speakerboxxx
Playing percussion
I roll the dice
keep on playing back while it's putting pressure on my skull
Near my 3rd eye, but I promise it won't get the best of me
I will be victorious before I
shit is getting very lame
I gave you a 3rd chance
Hoping you would change
But you still the same!
Shit!
I'm better of taking that deal
Going off
homie
Like 100 dollars 100 bands
On ya head homie
3rd leg on me
And I got that bread on me
Nah I ain't try a hunch
Nah I ain't trying to stunt
Hit that
to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is
on the 1st
I'm making work up on the 2nd
On the 3rd we get that bag
Then I'm out by tonight yeah
You niggas hitting these kids
You gotta get it right
We know
not fumble it (Cheese)
I'm spitting facts, this shit ain't mumbling (Facts)
Whole team came from dimes and hustling
On the 1st and the 3rd we thumbing
buries me
So biish don't embarrass me
Don't get me started
I keep it one hundred
This shii of the dome
We taking home
We straight of the throne
Years
quit grabbing your hair
Now everybody knows that we got high by their stairs
But who really cares
Growing up sidelines I had no fear it meant nothing
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
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