Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to You know I brought my with me
Hey yo, it's jay hood respect my bars The doctors had to piece together your face like a Niggas talk breezy till the steel come out And slugs rip through their gums and their grill out Motherfuck you and fuck mans If I don't clap you in the I'm a leave in your diaphragm I'm the prophet purple instead of chocolate Stay from around and cowards cause they gossip And I'm a stay on the corner stop signs a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine When you speaking of the hardest hood's name up D Block bitch, we about to have the game up My words too strong, bars too And your can't dry you when the dumdums shower you Your mad because your garbage and your is boring And whip was made that same year you was born in
Listen man, Don't worry how many this crook has Just know I stay strapped like bags Bitch is ass You just off the porch And me? I'm just off in court I could make sure your bought Why would you a burner? is a difference between rap and attempting to murder Talking the shit you living and the shit you of You said Larceny? What is you crazy, Before you walk the streets, a few safety tips Watch who you bout and watch who you speaking to The cats you bout could show you what the heat could do A respirator is you'll be breathing through And you got with who that you need toast The closest you to beef was meat loaf When we pose with and pea coats niggas better be close
To fuck with Cam, y'all bitches better hope and Every gun that I own got a and beam When I approach the shake the dice, rook the team Best on the east coast since Queen Latifah, buy reefer, fly Ride deeper, four pound louder than five speaker fire, hot lava flow Don't get twisted, I'm not one of them prada Catch me in Escada clothes, with a lot of That's not mine, his I a lot more to live You got to get the before the kid How you think a bitch me afford to live motherfucker?
That's a bad bitch, you a bad ass nigga, It's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these
Hey look, I'm trying to sell mad So I get birds from my crew and make Erykah my "Bag Lady" You that crazy? Squeeze, I you ain't spitting shells Your hand shake so much it shows up on the scale I made the huskiest niggas look like they had cell I don't just bricks, dog I got a bitch for sale So let me find the nigga 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 look animated a cartoon Bottom line, I'm telling you you ain't fucking with me Hard, nobody guards, you a shot, come and get me I'm not a sucker, nor is any nigga running me And why are y'all with wheels if they under fifty
Lock and blocks the Got more than Dr. Zhivago Same mind state that makes a rock in Chicago But I don't get my gangster from I'm a rock star, 5 star tellies, running gangsters and groupies Come through and leave a voice Cause my steers with a joystick I'm the in my era Listen, I an autistic life Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, And please don't weakness for kindness I with old timers So don't make me forget that you real and Alzheimer's Motherfucking hoes I spoil Remember, I'm known to break a bitch for reckless The top dog, nigga, I'm the truth You to get math? Nigga I'm the root The star
I got stash You seen get his thug 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 club on The next cat I put the on I'm a clap the gat it get too hot, and that's with gloves on You drawing, you should go to an art school I get my club on the glow in the dark jewels Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark And I tools that the po and the narcs use Fuckers, y'all stupid or What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at Dude, fronting will get you in the face If you have braces then you know how the will taste I'm anything pertaining to cake copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face
Easy niggas, matter of fact fuck go hard, Cass' show these how you built, grab your and bust off, my nigga
Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name I'm what you steer got the game near Buy 'caine by the square, it by the o I run through like a reindeer The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red Rudolf I grind on the strip so I got blue balls I'd rather knock a q off get blue off how I stay on my toes like my shoes off You dudes are soft, really bitch Ra Paul it's war I move out like U-hauls I'm a true I eight balls to the corner My like a pool hall And I ball I been in the sport My trigger finger like it got genital warts Don't around with him boy (why's that) Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids Faggot!