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UNLV lyrics 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 snatchin' 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 fuckin' 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 coke That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to Fossil So I slipped now I'm caught Chorus: {Yella Boy} Until I used to rap rap rap Rap shit everyday now the name of My rap is third ward court date I used to rap rap rap Rap shit 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 Shit 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 shit creek watchin' for vanish on the proud Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters But I don't give a fuck 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 motherfucker I wonder how they last Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit 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 motherfucker 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 Cuz 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 coke charge a Gun charge to sittin' in the ";U' stun'n What the fuck 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 nigga Tec said (Ahh shit I'm in effect) Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them havin' fun Cuz all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack Pussy better hold that noise they must see what I see Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck that p.t. shit Cuz here I come to bust here come the guard Friday night At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't shit 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 nigga be real don't shed no tears Cuz early Thursday mornin' bitch I'm goin' to Styleville Verse Five: {Lil' Ya} I Call my nigga 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 damn right We had to communicate to keep shit tight I sit at the kite some nights When I flight and write To my niggas and bitches 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 nigga felt and fuck that judge Because that bitch came late Try'na give me time on my third ward court date Chorus: {Yella Boy} {2x} Other UNLV lyrics: Uptown 4 Life lyrics Drag Em 'N' Tha River lyrics Pocket Full of Furl lyrics 211-187 lyrics Chill and Hussle lyrics Rape U 4 Your Life lyrics Boom Get Chopped lyrics Head No Screws lyrics Low Down & Dirty lyrics Playa Hate'n lyrics Jazzy Bitch lyrics Black Connection!! 226 lyrics Nigga I'm bout It lyrics Pop 'Em Up lyrics No Struggle No Progress lyrics Manny Fresh Mix lyrics Eddie Bow II lyrics Come Up lyrics Mac Melph Calio lyrics Shake Shake It lyrics Hood Mac lyrics Local 580 (Fuck Tha Police) lyrics Local 580 lyrics Pussy C'Mon to Me lyrics Tec-9 What Ya Like lyrics Things Got Wild lyrics Back Up Off Me lyrics Bangin With My Pump lyrics 6 & Baronne(Manny Fresh Style) Awk Awk lyrics Hike lyrics Bitch Ain't Shit lyrics Bad Ass Yella Boy lyrics Much Respect lyrics Straight Out Tha Gutta lyrics Got a Lot of Love lyrics Cash Money Groove- Fuckin' Right- All Right lyrics |