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unlv - 3rd ward court date lyrics

verse one: {tec-9}

it all started in the streets at the age of ten
i started hangin’ out late sn-tchin’ purses with my friends
i went solo one day on st. charles you see
lookin’ for a white lady that was peepin’ id
i see one in sight skin was white as a duck
she just don’t f-ckin’ know i’m bout to show her boo-koo love
i’m bout to beat her up so i asked the hoe the time
she looked down and broke her crown she bent down
stupid clown i jetted with her purse and i hear some
gangster’s whisper found slug and some c-ke
that was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of c-ke
with a snug i’m feelin’ hard i’m eighty strong from the third
i scored a f-ckin’ quarter jetted quick down to fossil
so i slipped now i’m caught

chorus: {yella boy}

until i used to rap rap rap
rap sh-t everyday now the name of
my rap is third ward court date
i used to rap rap rap
rap sh-t everyday now the name of
my rap is third ward court date

verse two: {tec-9}

three cops and i’m caught i can’t believe
they got me locked down up in this place
my first offense and i caught myself a murder case
parish prison blues gave me no time to choose
i either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
sh-t my woman still sendin’ me money
thinkin’ i’m a come back home
i like to think that way but evidence shown
prints plus a murder weapon
i’m up sh-t creek watchin’ for vanish on the proud
got me losin’ sleep i’m gettin’ lots of letters
but i don’t give a f-ck i’m stuck like chuck and she
wouldn’t put the house up
will i get probation?
or will i get free? i’m facin’ the court date
my destination is the three

chorus: {yella boy}
{2x}

verse three: {lil’ ya}

layin’ in my cut thinkin’ of a deaf rhyme
got to make it short because i don’t have a lot of time
i’m seein’ old gee’s from the past
smart like a motherf-cker i wonder how they last
n-gg-s had fades, and bushes and sh-t
just like on the street the third was runnin’ it
you couldn’t step close to the blue
like jefferson said ya fat i thought you knew?
here again with the juror food for days that’s what
the motherf-cker kept i’m chillin’ in lower nine
with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
ced on parole he’s in the house with a boot in his mouth
boot up back and make him knock it out
gangster’s on the phone talkin’ to them hoes
call sterol on the three and do a pere
’cause i’m a villain and i’m chillin’
it’s six six three one

verse four: {yella boy}

up early in the mornin’ time to catch the
white bangor the roof so we can
put the heat in my back
i caught the first charge
the c-ke charge a
gun charge to sittin’ in the “u’ stun’n
what the f-ck am i gonna do
i’m chillin’ in my jail cell talkin’ to the attorney
he said did you pull the trigger if so your goin’ on
a long journey on the court session
standin’ tall like a man
they got my feet, and arms shackled i’m
holdin’ my right hand
i caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist
like my n-gg- tec said (ahh sh-t i’m in effect)
peewee’s f-ckin’ playhouse don’t want them havin’ fun
’cause all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain’t no gun
my heat is smokin’ i’m thinkin’ hard all you fake -ss new jack
p-ssy better hold that noise they must see what i see
yes, i’m big i’m bad i’m buff motherf-ck that p.t. sh-t
’cause here i come to bust here come the guard friday night
at night no more visitation he leave sit back ain’t sh-t
i’m bout to take a lil’ vacation bog boy be chillin’
and i’m from that one two three
but you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now
i’m buckin’ in the hole n-gg- be real don’t shed no tears
’cause early thursday mornin’ b-tch i’m goin’ to styleville

verse five: {lil’ ya}

i call my n-gg- baby he’s at the office
doin’ paper work try’na get me out
but his lawyer actin’ like a murk
feedin’ him the wrong arm d-mn right
we had to communicate to keep sh-t tight
i sit at the kite some nights
when i flight and write
to my n-gg-s and b-tches who was close and all right
may the ninth was my court date
no witness no gun so they threw away the case
i was free july the twelfth down for armed robbery
imagine how a n-gg- felt and f-ck that judge
because that b-tch came late
try’na give me time on my third ward court date

chorus: {yella boy}
{2x}

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