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Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to
You I brought my nigga with me

Hey yo, jay hood bitch respect my bars
The doctors had to together your face like a collage
Niggas always talk till the steel come out
And slugs rip through their gums and grill come out
Motherfuck you and your mans
If I don't you in the dome
I'm a leave clips in your
I'm the hood
purple instead of chocolate
Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they
And I'm a stay on the corner stop signs
With a of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine
you speaking of the hardest nigga
Bring hood's up
D Block bitch, we about to the game chained up
My words too strong, bars too
And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums you
mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring
And your whip was made that same you was born in

Listen man, Don't how many gats this crook has
Just know I stay strapped book bags
is shook ass
You getting off the porch
And me? I'm just getting off in
I make sure your coffin bought
Why would you a burner?
There is a difference between rap and to murder
Talking the shit you living and the shit you of
You said 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 bout could show you what the heat could do
A respirator is what you'll be through
And you got beef with who that you need
The closest you came to beef was meat
When we with bats and pea coats
Y'all niggas be close

To fuck with Cam, y'all bitches better hope and
Every gun that I own got a scope and
When I approach the shake the dice, rook the team
bitch 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 prada
Catch me in Escada clothes, with a lot of
not mine, it's his
I need a lot to live
You got to get the king 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, killing y'all, live, get on these niggas

Hey look, I'm trying to sell mad
So I get birds from my crew and make Badu my "Bag Lady"
You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you spitting shells
Your hand shake so it shows up on the Richter scale
I made the niggas look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks, dog I got a 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 you straight up, I got my weight up
I'm calling my wrists
if I wore it in a dark room
You and man would hate how I look animated like a cartoon
line, I'm telling you that you ain't fucking with 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 wheels if they under fifty

Lock and blocks the
Got more slow Dr. Zhivago
Same mind state that makes a poem rock in
But I don't get my from movies
I'm a rock star, 5 star tellies, running gangsters and groupies
Come through and leave a voice
Cause my S-type steers a joystick
I'm the in my era
Listen, I lead an life
Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for
My innate features, leave niggas dismayed,
And please don't mistake for kindness
I fuck with old
So don't make me that you real and catch Alzheimer's
hoes I spoil them
Remember, I'm known to break a for reckless eyeballing
The top dog, nigga, I'm the bear
You want to get
Nigga I'm the square
The rock

I got stash
You case get his thug on
I strip my and we get our hug on
She I put drugs on and get my grub on
And dog, when you park car, put your club on
The cat I put the snub on
I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's with on
You drawing, you should go to an art school
I get my club on with the glow in the jewels
in my shoes, polo in the dark blues
And I spark that the po and the narcs use
Fuckers, stupid or something
What's the point in pulling joint if you ain't shootin at nothing
Dude, fronting will get you banged in the
If you braces then you know how the banger will taste
I'm near anything to cake
Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular

Easy niggas, matter of fact fuck go hard,
Cass' these niggas how you built,
grab your guns and off, my nigga

Yeah my nigga, 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 cool kid, got the heads nose red like Rudolf
I grind on the strip so hard I got balls
I'd rather knock a q off then get off
how I stay on my toes like my shoes off
You are soft, really bitch like Ra Paul
When's it's war I move out U-hauls
I'm a boss
I send eight to the corner
My like a pool hall
And I like I been in the sport
My trigger finger itching it got genital warts
Don't play with him boy (why's that)
Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like
Faggot!