On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas
Now i can draw your face up pretty
Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree
How little hugs can turn to draws offered
I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third
Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly
Until the world opens and i don't mean third eye
Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard
Now be ready cos you're the third it ain't absurd
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,
In lost for words, the third time i rhymed i was so much taller
Fuck talking, i'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher
Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth
From a third world country to a star in the booth
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