Verse one: {tec-9}

It all started in the streets at the age of ten
I started hanginÂ’ out late snatchinÂ’ purses with my friends
I went solo one day on st. charles you see
LookinÂ’ for a white lady that was peepinÂ’ id
I see one in sight skin was white as a duck
She just donÂ’t fuckinÂ’ know IÂ’m bout to show her boo-koo love
IÂ’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
GangsterÂ’s whisper found slug and some coke
That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a snug IÂ’m feelinÂ’ hard IÂ’m eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckinÂ’ quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So I slipped now IÂ’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 IÂ’m caught I canÂ’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 sendinÂ’ me money
ThinkinÂ’ IÂ’m a come back home
I like to think that way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder weapon
IÂ’m up shit creek watchinÂ’ for vanish on the proud
Got me losinÂ’ sleep IÂ’m gettinÂ’ lots of letters
But I donÂ’t give a fuck IÂ’m stuck like chuck and she
WouldnÂ’t put the house up
Will I get probation?
Or will I get free? IÂ’m facinÂ’ the court date
My destination is the three

Chorus: {yella boy}
{2x}

Verse three: {lilÂ’ ya}

LayinÂ’ in my cut thinkinÂ’ of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because I donÂ’t have a lot of time
IÂ’m seeinÂ’ old geeÂ’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 runninÂ’ it
You couldnÂ’t step close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for days thatÂ’s what
The motherfucker kept IÂ’m chillinÂ’ in lower nine
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole heÂ’s in the house with a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and make him knock it out
GangsterÂ’s on the phone talkinÂ’ to them hoes
Call sterol on the three and do a pere
Cuz IÂ’m a villain and IÂ’m chillinÂ’
ItÂ’s six six three one

Verse four: {yella boy}

Up early in the morninÂ’ 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 sittinÂ’ in the uÂ’ stunÂ’n
What the fuck am I gonna do
IÂ’m chillinÂ’ in my jail cell talkinÂ’ to the attorney
He said did you pull the trigger if so your goinÂ’ on
A long journey on the court session
StandinÂ’ tall like a man
They got my feet, and arms shackled iÂ’m
HoldinÂ’ my right hand
I caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist
Like my nigga tec said (ahh shit IÂ’m in effect)
PeeweeÂ’s fuckinÂ’ playhouse donÂ’t want them havinÂ’ fun
Cuz all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ainÂ’t no gun
My heat is smokinÂ’ IÂ’m thinkinÂ’ hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold that noise they must see what I see
Yes, IÂ’m big IÂ’m bad IÂ’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 ainÂ’t shit
IÂ’m bout to take a lilÂ’ vacation bog boy be chillinÂ’
And IÂ’m from that one two three
But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now
IÂ’m buckinÂ’ in the hole nigga be real donÂ’t shed no tears
Cuz early thursday morninÂ’ bitch IÂ’m goinÂ’ to styleville

Verse five: {lilÂ’ ya}

I call my nigga baby heÂ’s at the office
DoinÂ’ paper work tryÂ’na get me out
But his lawyer actinÂ’ like a murk
FeedinÂ’ 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
TryÂ’na give me time on my third ward court date

Chorus: {yella boy}
{2x}