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