Here is the tale of a town in a cold and windy bay And on its fringes lived a wild one, a demon some would say Every night he'd serenade his love, the
er danke zu sagen Denn ihr habt Gro?es geleistet in diesen Tagen Und die Zweifler verstummten nach wenigen Stunden Ihr habt euch hochgeboxt, denn ihr ward
you Or your bitch 'cause I'll go like psycho Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah 'cause I'm a psycho Out that 3rd ward
" an' "How ya do that?" Third ward hustlaz on these streets chasin' riches Penetentury chances 'cuz this a risky buissiness A No Limit Souldier, Commanderin' Chief An' Michael
Venice All the way to Fullton to Saint James, L.A. to BK Young Rome and I?m serious Born hustler more clever then my nemesis Pop bottles like I?m Michael
spit that classical L.A. N.W.A. shit The media is bullshit, now we can't even say bitch They accusin' Michael of touchin' kids in the wrong places At
[Intro - Slim Thug] Yeah, Slim Thugger Killa Kyleon C. Ward PJ, Daily We the boys in blue [Slim Thug] Yeah we stacking that green, naw mean? Big Boss
me off proper, gun in that doctor Gats at yo head, call me mr. non-stopper Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder Down south hustla, west coast ruler 3rd ward villian
get this straight from the jump I ain't playing with your bitch ass These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian Desert Storm veteran 12th ward
I did for love, What I did for love. Gone, Love is never gone. As we travel on, Love's what we'll remember. Kiss today goodbye, And point me t'ward
I did for love, What I did for love. Gone, Love is never gone. As we travel on, Love's what we'll remember. Kiss today goodbye, And point me t'ward tomorrow
' on Dre hits Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit The media is bullshit now we can't even say bitch They accusin' Michael of touchin' kids in the wrong
up nigga! (2x) Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd ward psycho I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought Ask michael and at ten, I was
mourning As the one arrived - selected to foresee - somethinmg changed without a warning! (Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda) - Es ward
s December, 14th 1503, as the ones above stop their mourning As the one arrived - selected to foresee - somethinmg changed without a warning! Es ward
azz (You shouldn't of wore bikinis if you came to dance. Pull them draws out ya azz and let ya knees shake) [Master P] Back to the 3rd Ward, it sho feel
