3rd Ward Court Date Lyrics - Singles - Unlv

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 

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 motherfucker I wonder how they last 

Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit 

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 motherfucker 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 fuck 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 nigga tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect) 

Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them havin' fun 

'cause all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun 

My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack 

Pussy better hold that noise they must see what I see 

Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck that p.t. shit 

'cause here I come to bust here come the guard friday night 

At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't shit 

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 nigga be real don't shed no tears 

'cause early thursday mornin' bitch I'm goin' to styleville 

Verse five: {lil' ya} 

I call my nigga 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 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 

Try'na give me time on my third ward court date 

Chorus: {yella boy} 

{2x}