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Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger to blow
You know I brought my with me

Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch my bars
The doctors had to piece your face like a collage
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 you in the dome
I'm a clips in your diaphragm
I'm the hood
purple instead of chocolate
Stay around chumps and cowards cause they gossip
And I'm a on the corner like stop signs
With a of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine
When you speaking of the nigga
hood's name up
D bitch, we about to have the game chained up
My too strong, bars too powerful
And your towel dry you when the dumdums shower you
Your mad because your garbage and your is boring
And your whip was made that same year you was in

Listen man, Don't worry how many gats crook has
Just know I strapped like book bags
is shook ass
You getting off the porch
And me? I'm getting off in court
I could make sure your coffin
Why would you a burner?
There is a difference between rap and to murder
Talking the shit you and the shit you heard of
You fuck Larceny?
is you crazy, bitch?
Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety
Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you to
The cats you speaking bout could you what the heat could do
A respirator is what you'll be breathing
And you got beef with who you need toast
The closest you to beef was meat loaf
When we pose with bats and pea
Y'all niggas better be

To fuck with Cam, y'all bitches better hope and
gun that I own got a scope and beam
When I the things shake the dice, rook the team
Best on the east coast since Queen
Latifah, buy reefer, fly
Ride deeper, pound bump louder than five speaker
fire, hot lava flow
Don't get twisted, I'm not one of them hoe's
Catch me in Escada clothes, with a lot of
That's not mine, his
I need a lot more to
You got to get the before the kid
How you a bitch like me afford to live motherfucker?

That's a bad bitch, you a bad ass nigga,
It's the younger generation, y'all, live, get busy on these niggas

Hey look, I'm to sell mad gravy
So I get birds from my and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting
Your hand shake so much it up on the Richter scale
I made the huskiest niggas look like had sickle cell
I just sell bricks, dog I got a bitch for sale
So let me find the that hate us a lot
No coffin, he get buried in the box
God damn, I'm a hot man
I'm telling you up, I got my weight up
I'm calling my Roxanne
Cause if I it in a dark room
You and your man would hate how I look animated like a
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 with me
And why are y'all balling with wheels if they fifty

Lock and blocks the
Got slow than Dr. Zhivago
Same state that makes a poem rock in Chicago
But I get my gangster from movies
I'm a rock star, 5 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 lead an autistic
Paint with my actions, ain't no margin for error
My innate features, niggas dismayed, speechless
And please don't weakness for kindness
I with old timers
So make me forget that you real and catch Alzheimer's
Motherfucking hoes I spoil
Remember, I'm to break a bitch for reckless eyeballing
The top dog, nigga, I'm the bear
You to get math?
I'm the square root
The rock

I got mean
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, you park your car, put your club on
The next cat I put the on
I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and 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 spark that the po and the narcs use
Fuckers, y'all stupid or
What's the point in pulling your joint if you shootin at nothing
Dude, fronting get you banged in the face
If you have then you know how the banger will taste
I'm anything pertaining to cake
Just copped the blue lighting with the face

Easy niggas, matter of fuck that go hard,
Cass' show niggas how you built,
your guns and bust off, my nigga

Yeah my nigga, Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame got the game near
Buy 'caine by the square, it by the o
I run through like a reindeer
The kid, got the coke heads nose red like Rudolf
I on the strip so hard I got blue balls
I'd rather knock a q off get blue off
That's how I on my toes like my shoes off
You dudes are soft, really bitch like Ra
When's it's war I move out like
I'm a boss
I send eight balls to the
My strip like a pool
And I ball like I in the sport
My trigger finger itching like it got genital
play around with him boy (why's that)
Cause Cass is a pain in the ass hemorrhoids
Faggot!