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third degree (usa) - better days (street) lyrics

[verse 1]
i used to lace crack with [?] and [?]
till it’s sweet like wine, cut off a dime then watch the thing go blind
they knew the time when they be first and fifteen
me and my crew make it our duty to get back on the streets
come clean with the green ’cause their press will leave a n+gga dead
overstand, they have you runnin’ from the f+ckin’ feds
bustin’ lead until the raindrops red
and ain’t n0body sayin’ sh+t, ain’t nothin’ mo’, ain’t nothin’ sad
in bed i lay at night, i hope tomorrow is right
puffin’ l’s to ease the stress, was to prepare for gun fights
all day, i just dream that i bust upon the scene
with the [?] legend and when united turns green
so just, how much longer can i continue the trife like my best fights
makin’ sure i stay from the crackpipe, some act like
and just because a few drugs is sold, get geared on gold
and now you wanna act bold but hold up
my baby millimeter’s at your gut, hand over your riches before i proceed to bust
never trusted a soul when money was bein’ involved
i hold chrome and roll deep like the mobs
stay large, watch your back to all my nappy heads
and my n+ggas dead, sometimes i sit back and dread
at times we ran the spot up in the club in one night
and just before the night was over, we lost one in the fight

[chorus]
let your chrome shine, mr. supreme hit me off one time
3 r+d represents for the nine
knotty headed n+ggas in the house spark your lye
n+ggas in the streets, it’s a sweet doe or die
recognize all sharpshooters, throw your nine
g+o+d hit me off with the line
’85 plus ignorant spells divine
conception records drop the beat one time
[verse 2]
never slept ’cause if i did, it was my last breath
years passed and i’ll be glad to see more years left
forget the madness and try to block the hate
so the sons that you make growin’ up can relate
i disregard my scars and, plus meditate ganje
focus on my rhymes while sippin’ on courvoisier
ain’t nothin’ changed, i still worship chrome to bring you safely home
in one piece, when will it seize? stay strong, maintain a backbone, relax your dome
soon it will be known, we’ll be the kings of our throne
see what i’m tryna say is i’m one hundred percent black
roots and cultures, on the strength represent
time to handle our biz, brother picture this
leave the [?] by the devil ’cause the devil ain’t sh+t
(everything’s done changed)
my family’s broke, you got kids pushin’ coke to flip the cash for a c+note
(it’s like the streets ain’t the same)
encaged with all my people, gates surroundin’ projects so now we can’t be equal (we all know who’s to blame)
our nation is surrenderin’, still lookin’ down on my dog like it’s a sin again (keep for real and maintain)
son i ain’t even frontin’, that’s why i roll blunts, so what the f+ck a life you want?

- third degree usa lyrics

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