Lyric The 3rd Wish
First Verse [SPM]:
Another deadly ceremony,
In a sacred territory,
It was all done for the glory,
You bitches ain t got nothin for me
O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D
Live the life of the lowly,
Movin white ponies, still puttin in work for the dead homies,
Show me the way out, stayin ready for anything under the sun,
Under the moon, under the stars, God I m lookin for somewhere to run
Dumpin my gun, as soon as I m done,
Leavin em numb, with one in his lung,
Livin fast and dyin young, always business never for fun
Chorus [Marilyn Rylander]:
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you want
For your 3rd Wishhhhhhhh
This is your last wishhhhhhh
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you need
For your 3rd Wishhhhhhh
This is your last wishhhhhhh
Second Verse [SPM]:
Bussin our teflon, at the red dawn,
I ain t fuckin with nothin , get stepped on
The purest, I m the surest, playin a tourist walkin through Saigon,
Been a hustler servin up big bricks,
And livin my life to hit licks,
Trip on a G like me and see the beads of banana clips Trick
Stamina cannot be duplicated,
Bite on the dust, you get faded,
So many wannabe criminals up in the game of drug-related
Open up, open up your dopehouses
Turning you men into mouses
Saggin my burgendy trousers,
Letting you know how the South is
Chorus
Bridge One [Grimm & SPM]:
SPM: "Dopehouse Records"
Grimm: "Say man Los, man it ain t go right man, I ma tell you man, Lil Drugs
dead man."
SPM: "What?"
Grimm: "Yeah, he s dead man"
SPM: "Fuck"
Grimm: "And I got big Jon with me man, he got hit bad on the side, it don t
look good bro, it don t look good, he bleedin bad. We can t go to the
hospital man, we ain t goin to the hospital."
SPM: "Yeah"
Grimm: "We headed straight to the Dopehouse. Call Doc, tell him we need him."
SPM: "Alright my nigga, are you sure about Lil Drugs?"
Grimm: "I m sure man, he s gone baby, he s gone. We gotta get these
muthafuckas."
SPM: "Alright, hurry up."
SPM: "Okay, this is it, I ve wished for money, and I ve wished for fame, but
what good is it, if I m still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I
just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop."
Third Verse [SPM]:
I m back once again for revenge,
In an all-black bulletproof Benz,
How will I get em? It just depends,
Hook his ass up with all his dead friends,
Here ye, here ye, sincerely,
Why so many haters fear me?
Dearly departed, y all started some shit, and struck but couldn t come near me
We re the odyssey, young prodigy, runnin the top notch properties,
Where snitches get shot in they arteries, but gettin nobody s apologies
Follow me how do we master the first jack?
Since the day I was born I was cursed Black,
H-Town s where I m doin my dirt at,
Robbin you hoes on horseback
Chorus
Another deadly ceremony,
In a sacred territory,
It was all done for the glory,
You bitches ain t got nothin for me
O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D
Live the life of the lowly,
Movin white ponies, still puttin in work for the dead homies,
Show me the way out, stayin ready for anything under the sun,
Under the moon, under the stars, God I m lookin for somewhere to run
Dumpin my gun, as soon as I m done,
Leavin em numb, with one in his lung,
Livin fast and dyin young, always business never for fun
Chorus [Marilyn Rylander]:
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you want
For your 3rd Wishhhhhhhh
This is your last wishhhhhhh
Tell me what it is
Tell me what you need
For your 3rd Wishhhhhhh
This is your last wishhhhhhh
Second Verse [SPM]:
Bussin our teflon, at the red dawn,
I ain t fuckin with nothin , get stepped on
The purest, I m the surest, playin a tourist walkin through Saigon,
Been a hustler servin up big bricks,
And livin my life to hit licks,
Trip on a G like me and see the beads of banana clips Trick
Stamina cannot be duplicated,
Bite on the dust, you get faded,
So many wannabe criminals up in the game of drug-related
Open up, open up your dopehouses
Turning you men into mouses
Saggin my burgendy trousers,
Letting you know how the South is
Chorus
Bridge One [Grimm & SPM]:
SPM: "Dopehouse Records"
Grimm: "Say man Los, man it ain t go right man, I ma tell you man, Lil Drugs
dead man."
SPM: "What?"
Grimm: "Yeah, he s dead man"
SPM: "Fuck"
Grimm: "And I got big Jon with me man, he got hit bad on the side, it don t
look good bro, it don t look good, he bleedin bad. We can t go to the
hospital man, we ain t goin to the hospital."
SPM: "Yeah"
Grimm: "We headed straight to the Dopehouse. Call Doc, tell him we need him."
SPM: "Alright my nigga, are you sure about Lil Drugs?"
Grimm: "I m sure man, he s gone baby, he s gone. We gotta get these
muthafuckas."
SPM: "Alright, hurry up."
SPM: "Okay, this is it, I ve wished for money, and I ve wished for fame, but
what good is it, if I m still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I
just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop."
Third Verse [SPM]:
I m back once again for revenge,
In an all-black bulletproof Benz,
How will I get em? It just depends,
Hook his ass up with all his dead friends,
Here ye, here ye, sincerely,
Why so many haters fear me?
Dearly departed, y all started some shit, and struck but couldn t come near me
We re the odyssey, young prodigy, runnin the top notch properties,
Where snitches get shot in they arteries, but gettin nobody s apologies
Follow me how do we master the first jack?
Since the day I was born I was cursed Black,
H-Town s where I m doin my dirt at,
Robbin you hoes on horseback
Chorus
