U.N.L.V. - 3rd Ward Court Date lyrics

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 f**kin' 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 f**kin' quarter jetted quick down to fossil So I slipped now I'm caught Chorus: {yella boy} Until I used to rap rap rap Rap sh** everyday now the name of My rap is third ward court date I used to rap rap rap Rap sh** 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 sh** 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 sh** creek watchin' for vanish on the proud Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters But I don't give a f**k 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 Chorus: {yella boy} {2x} Verse three: {lil' ya} Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme Got to make it short because I don't have a lot of time I'm seein' old gee's from the past Smart like a motherf**ker I wonder how they last n***as had fades, and bushes and sh** Just like on the street the third was runnin' it You couldn't step close to the blue Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you knew? Here again with the juror food for days that's what The motherf**ker kept I'm chillin' in lower nine With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his mouth Boot up back and make him knock it out Gangster's on the phone talkin' to them hoes Call sterol on the three and do a pere 'cause I'm a villain and I'm chillin' It's six six three one Verse four: {yella boy} Up early in the mornin' 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 sittin' in the "u' stun'n What the f**k am I gonna do I'm chillin' in my jail cell talkin' to the attorney He said did you pull the trigger if so your goin' on A long journey on the court session Standin' tall like a man They got my feet, and arms shackled i'm Holdin' my right hand I caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist Like my n***a tec said (ahh sh** I'm in effect) Peewee's f**kin' playhouse don't want them havin' fun 'cause all our strafe a cation clucker a s**er that ain't no gun My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake a** new jack p**y better hold that noise they must see what I see Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherf**k that p.t. sh** 'cause here I come to bust here come the guard friday night At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't sh** I'm bout to take a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin' And I'm from that one two three But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now I'm buckin' in the hole n***a be real don't shed no tears 'cause early thursday mornin' b**h I'm goin' to styleville Verse five: {lil' ya} I call my n***a baby he's at the office Doin' paper work try'na get me out But his lawyer actin' like a murk Feedin' him the wrong arm damn right We had to communicate to keep sh** tight I sit at the kite some nights When I flight and write To my n***as and b**hes 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 n***a felt and f**k that judge Because that b**h came late Try'na give me time on my third ward court date Chorus: {yella boy} {2x}