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Real Nigga

Boosie Badazz

Out My Feelings (In My Past)

2016

3rd ward
Soulja Slim, he'll pull you niggas hoe card
ATL up in tha bricks
All my real niggas out 4th ward

Free Wayne Perry nigga
Free Big Meech

Driving home is our therapy 
We have conversations going like the 3rd degree 
I'll keep your secrets Ellie
Promise you'll do the same for me

I'm

that the journey has been easy
It was definitely more than a walk in the park
Reliable people have stabbed my back
The flames have burned me 3rd degree

Been Hot

I'm Living Proof
That veins pump, Habanero Juice
Now Get 3rd degree burns
For tryna Fit my Shoes

Still I feel like
Fuck a blood-sucking record

on the map
But im A/C while hot headed to the 3rd degree
Niggas just lost trying to scope away for the fam to eat
So how can I blame
When it can change with

to the 3rd degree, nigga breathe

Let's talk about cars
Let's talk about clothes
Let's talk about getting paper with the bros
Pull up on the scene & all these

said she love me
So she suck with the 3rd degree
I get love in every city
Guess thats just the hoe in me
Make that ass clap
And throw it back
We banging

Anxiety feels like acid leaving 3rd degree Burns
I'm rotting inside and out
My decisions only leave me filled with doubt
I feel like I'll throw up paralyzed

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

many see
At the job or in the street
Burn flow like 3rd degree
I know they plotting and scheming
Cause they wanna murdah me

high on 3rd degree (Go Go)
Tell her lil baby don't burden me burden me
Still be rapping like you ain't even heard of me (Uh)
I told lil shortie to wrap

that 3rd degree, it's absurd to me
They try to make fun of just what I prefer to be
This ain’t thug life but the Pac in me
No drugs, no love, no stopping

a birthday candle
Yea I'm something like a 3rd grade vandal
Spraying shitty tags on your bands tour van hoe
I'm so high got me out my dome
But I never slip

May da Funk Be Wit 'Cha

Da Brat

Funkdafied

1994

The city of C-H-I is where I'm from
The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here I come steady breakin bustas off
Up to bat is Da Brat

you judging me
Bitch im burnt out bad to the 3rd degree
All dis Shit be toastin me
‘Member when they aint noticed me
Fake friends the be trynna be joe

a devil
3rd degree...
With opposite of
Perjury

Ya Blind baby
Blind if ya never heard of me

Presh ya (pressure) Like sea floor... lines lay On my sea

Kilt the punani that sh** was tsunami I caught me a body 3rd degree 
I feel like the rock im the son of a god my mama Zeus and im Hercules 
Put her

and you lay
Dead and decayed
Hatin on me
Cuz I’m hot 3rd degree
Whatever I do I’m puttin work like Stephen
The stu my kitchen I’m comin out like Curry
I’m

it all without a drama
After you just said you wanna be a momma
Maybe you forgot to say not with me
Cause you knew you were gon face a 3rd degree 
You

hurting me
Some niggas burnt some bridges in the 3rd degree
I'll give you my shirt
Wouldnt give yo shirt to me

Seen your true colors, that shit hurt to see

She's pint glass clean and 3rd degree obscene, Joanna
The Bismarck of the bay who can't stand a word I say, Joanna
I kissed her when she left school

every word just leap
Off the paper leave opposition burnt to the 3rd degree
(I like that)
I'm here to boost the Ville up we doin this for killa
Who spit

a be
Virtually, murdered, verbally
3rd degree burns all over eye ballin
So don't even try callin i'm off the hook
Like an author
Who lost the heart to be

3rd degree
The heat myestery spree
Catch me when I fall
some would have it said
That there's no reason
To be here
But just love it all
Night or day I