[Hook: Yella Boy]
In jail, I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday
And now the name of my rap is third ward court date
I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday
And now the name of my rap is third ward court date

[Verse 1: Yella Boy]
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 P-A-I-D
I see one in sight, skin was white as a dove
But 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 ho the time
She looked down and broke her crown, she hit the ground, stupid clown
Jetted with her purse, [?]
Found slug and some coke that was stashed by a bush
A bill twenty worth of coke with a snug, I'm feelin' harder
Eighty strong from the Third, I scored a fuckin' quarter
Yeah, [?] without a thought, that's why I slipped, and now I'm caught

[Hook: Yella Boy]
In jail, I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday
And now the name of my rap is third ward court date
I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday
And now the name of my rap is third ward court date
[Verse 2: 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 knife, or be taken by a lifer, shit
My woman still sends me money, still 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 bandits on the prowl 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 stay free?
I'm facin' the court date, my destination is the Three

[Hook: Yella Boy]
In jail, I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday
And now the name of my rap is Third Ward court date
I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday
And now the name of my rap is Third Ward court date

[Verse 3: Lil Ya]
Layin' in my cot thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because I don't have a lot of time
I'm seein' OG's from the past
Smart like a motherfucker, I wondered how they last
N***as had fades, and bushes, and shit
And just like on the street the Third was runnin' it
You couldn't step close to the blue
Like Jefferson said, Yaphat, 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'
In C-C-C-3-1
[Verse 4: 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 too
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
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 shit, I'm in a fix)
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 hate is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard
All you fake-ass-new-jack-pussy bitches better hold that noise
Eight months in C-Y-C, yes, I'm big, I'm bad, I'm buff
Motherfuck that P-T shit, 'cause here I come to buck
Here come the guard Friday night talkin' 'bout no visitations
He leave sit back ain't shit, I'm bout to take a lil' vacation
Big 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', bitch, I'm goin' to Scotlandville

[Verse 5: Lil' Ya]
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 knowing that I'm right
We had to communicate to keep shit tight
I sent a kite some nights when I flight and write
To my bitches and my n***as 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, man, imagine how a n***a felt
And fuck that judge, 'cause that bitch came late
Try'na give me time on my Third Ward court date
[Hook: Yella Boy]
In jail, I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday
And now the name of my rap is third ward court date
I used to rap rap rap, rap shit everyday
And now the name of my rap is third ward court date