3rd Degree

[Intro] [Verse 1: Squeeks] Your main bitch wanna be my side piece In my spaceship eyes looking Chinese Got two clips they'll be looking siamese Few big sticks I'll be looking 19 I doubled that I lost a few bags donnys had to run it back I was shotting crack since I knew about the thundercats (uhh) I make it stretch no rubber bands Bad bitches on deck all colour gang Got a white bit yeah she wanna have a light skin chit Couple brown tings always wanna ride my (haan) Time flys so quick I grind no shift My lines so piff you could sniff it up They say music be the drug now A few attempts niggas tryna get me gunned down (pshh) But you niggas still standing You know I fly high some call me Richard Branson I'm always with my goons, love me like I'm Tom Cruise You leave your girl around Squeek that's the wrong move Sometimes I get lonely I might be on my strip with that Angelina Jolie, you know me A/C on you feel the cool breeze Where I'm from everybody know talks cheap So I already say a word, don't get shit of views cah I put it in the verse Go to church on these niggas 10 bags for my whip Black on black shit you know I swerve on you niggas 17, got heart, fuck school I'm with the killers Cannon in my hand you know I burn all you niggas I made a name yeah they wish that I wouldn't I changed the game they thought that I couldn't Squeek Now I got my whole city looking Know I'm the truth I'm the proof in the pudding These pussies ain't living like me Fuck them cah they don't get it like me And I don't see no bitches around you All I see are these groupies around me I don't pay for pussy (haan) See you, you made of pussy Big dog I don't play with rookies (nah) I'm in a league of my own Pricks want to be like me get a clone Chicks want to be my miss you a ho All I see is green lights niggas got to go (uhh) No red no yellow Bitch boys turn soft when the nitties turn jello From the day I was born I lived that ghetto Keep showing off your wrist you won't see that kettle I could be that devil Lord knows I'm an angel Smoking on Z's while you're blowing on them 8 balls All my goons gon March way before April Yeah, I thank the lord man I'm grateful Now they want to put me on the stage cah we running This fucking rap shit I hope you suckers see us coming I dream bout nothing, black out I blame my weed habbits Rats gets the mac out I let it squeeze at him (uhh) Black clothes no jewelery on Cash flow still blow my tooley though Yeah, true story never tell a tale I didn't know him but rest in peace, L I remember time with the fish scale weighing up keys now me and my connect don't speak but Yeah, I kept calm, still I kick rhymes I bled once man I shouldn't let shit slide And niggas fake this a bitch life Still spitting rhymes all because I'm gunna live nice Come to think of it I would of gave you everything Married to the streets gave her the wedding ring (uhh) And niggas fake cause they bitch made Niggas get rich I see how shit change Big chain always hanging off my kneck Grew up in, Izzy niggas better show me some respect I was 17 banging on a spesh Nigga high 18 big 57 on my chest Every manor got a ghetto every ghetto got a manor Some niggas banging some just rock the bandanas Some will leave you fucking brains hanging on your scanner Cause they all want a name cah they fell it make them badder Till they end up in the jail house and now they riding bang up 24 hour no fun just bang up Free my nigga Ron that's a crazy motherfucker that's my right hand man I swear that nigga like my brother Word to my mother we got plans of getting rich Big Squeeks, SBTV, 3RD Degree Burns