Ruff Three, Time for the younger generation to blow You know I my nigga with me
Hey yo, it's jay hood respect my bars The doctors had to piece your face like a collage Niggas always talk breezy the steel come out And slugs rip through gums and their grill come out Motherfuck you and fuck mans If I don't you in the dome I'm a clips in your diaphragm I'm the prophet Puff purple of chocolate Stay from around chumps and cause they gossip And I'm a stay on the corner like signs With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the nine you speaking of the hardest nigga Bring name up D bitch, we about to have the game chained up My words too strong, too powerful And your towel dry you when the dumdums shower you Your mad because garbage and your lyrics is boring And your whip was made that same year you was in
Listen man, Don't how many gats this crook has Just I stay strapped like book bags Bitch is ass You just getting off the And me? I'm getting off in court I could sure your coffin bought Why would you mention a There is a difference between rap and to murder the shit you living and the shit you heard of You said Larceny? What is you crazy, Before you walk the streets, here's a few tips Watch who you speaking and watch who you speaking to The you speaking bout could show you what the heat could do A respirator is you'll be breathing through And you got beef with who that you toast The closest you to beef was meat loaf When we pose bats and pea coats Y'all niggas better be
To fuck with Cam, y'all bitches better hope and Every gun that I own got a scope and I approach the things shake the dice, rook the team Best on the east coast since Queen Latifah, buy reefer, fly Ride deeper, four bump louder than five speaker fire, hot lava flow Don't get twisted, I'm not one of prada hoe's Catch me in clothes, with a lot of dough not mine, it's his I need a lot more to You got to get the before the kid How you think a bitch like me afford to live
That's a bad bitch, you a bad ass nigga, It's the generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these niggas
Hey look, I'm trying to sell mad So I get birds my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady" You crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells Your hand so much it shows up on the Richter scale I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle I just sell bricks, dog I got a bitch for sale So let me the nigga that hate us a lot No coffin, he get in the refrigerator box God damn, I'm a hot man I'm telling you straight up, I got my up I'm calling my Roxanne Cause if I it in a dark room You and your man would hate how I animated like a cartoon Bottom line, I'm telling you that you ain't fucking me Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, and get me I'm not a sucker, nor is any nigga running me And why are y'all balling with wheels if they fifty
Lock and the motto Got more slow than Dr. Same state that makes a poem rock in Chicago But I don't get my gangster movies I'm a star, 5 star tellies, running with gangsters and groupies through and leave a voice sick Cause my steers with a joystick I'm the in my era Listen, I an autistic life Paint with my actions, ain't no margin for error My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, And please don't mistake weakness for I fuck old timers So make me forget that you real and catch Alzheimer's Motherfucking hoes I spoil Remember, I'm known to break a bitch for reckless The top dog, nigga, I'm the bear You want to get Nigga I'm the square The star
I got stash You seen case get his on I my bitch and we get our hug on She what I put drugs on and get my on And dog, when you park your car, put your on The next cat I put the on I'm a the gat till it get too hot, and that's with gloves on You love drawing, you go to an art school I get my club on with the in the dark jewels Trees in my shoes, in the dark blues And I spark tools that the po and the use Fuckers, stupid or something What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at Dude, fronting will get you banged in the If you have braces then you how the banger will taste I'm near anything pertaining to Just copped the blue lighting the rectangular face
Easy niggas, matter of fact that go hard, show these niggas how you built, grab your and bust off, my nigga
my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear I'm what you lame steer got the game Buy 'caine by the square, it by the o I run through snow like a The kid, got the coke heads nose red like Rudolf I grind on the strip so I got blue balls I'd rather a q off then get blue off how I stay on my toes like my shoes off You dudes are soft, bitch like Ra Paul When's it's war I out like U-hauls I'm a true I send balls to the corner My like a pool hall And I ball like I been in the My trigger finger itching like it got warts Don't play with him boy (why's that) Cause Cass is a in the ass like hemorrhoids Faggot!