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-acap
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