Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle [*]
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Ruff Ryder III
Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga with me?
D-Block
Ayo, it's J-Hud bitch, respect my bars
The doctors have to piece together your face like a collage
Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out (hm)
The slugs rip through they gums and they grill come out
Motherfuck you and fuck your mans
If I don't clap you in the dome, I'mma leave clips in your diaphragm
I'm the hood prophet, puff purple instead of chocolate (what?)
Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip (uh)
And I'mma stay on the corner like stop signs (what?)
With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and a Glock nine
When you speakin of the hardest, nigga bring hood name up
D-Block bitch, we 'bout to have the game chained up (D-Block)
My words too strong, bars too powerful
Your towel can't dry you when them dum-dums shower you (uh-uh)
Y'all mad 'cause y'all garbage and y'all lyrics is borin'
And your whip was made the same year that you was born in
Listen man, don't worry bout how many gats this crook has (that's right)
Just know I stay strapped like book bags (bitch)
With your shook ass
You just gettin' off your porch and me, I'm just gettin off in court (uh)
I can make sure your coffin bought (what?)
Why would you mention a burner? (Uh)
It's a difference between rappin' and attemptin' a murder
Talkin' the shit you live and talkin' the shit you heard of
You said fuck larceny? (What?)
What is you crazy bitch?
Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips
Watch who you speakin' 'bout and watch who you speakin to
The cats you speak about will show you what the heat could do
A respirator is what you'll be breathin' through
And you got beef with who that you need toast? (Uh?)
The closest you came to beef was Meatloaf
When we post with bats and pea coats
Y'all niggas better be close
Yo, to fuck with Keem, y'all bitches better hope and dream
Every gun that I own got a scope and beam
When I, yo (approach the scene, shake dice, rope your team
Best bitch on the East Coast since Queen Latifah
Buy reefer, fly diva, ride deeper
Four pound thump louder than five speakers
Spit fire, hot lava flow
Don't get it twisted, not one of them Prada hoes
Catch me in Escada clothes with a lot of dough
That's not mine, it's his, I need a lot more to live
You gotta give the key one for your kids
How you think a bitch like me afford to live, motherfucker?
That's a bad bitch, she's your baddest snake (yeah)
This for younger generation (yeah)
I'II kill y'all (yeah)
Lock (yeah)
Get busy on these niggas (ooh)
Ay look, I'm tryin' stack mad gravy
So I get birds for my crew, I'mma Erykah Badu my bag lady
You that crazy squeeze, I know you ain't spittin shells
Your hand shake so much, it shows up on the Richter scale
I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks dog, I got a bitch for sale
So let me find out it's a nigga hatin' Lock
No coffin, he get buried in a refrigerator box
God damn, I'm a hot man
I'm tellin' you straight up
I got my weight up, Jacob, call my wrist Roxanne (ooh)
'Cause if I wore it in a dark room
You and your man'll hate it, I'mma look animated like a cartoon (blame)
Bottom line, I'm tellin' you that you ain't fuckin' with me (uh-uh)
Hard, no bodyguards, you wanna a shot, come and get me
I'm not a sucker nor any nigga runnin' with me (uh-uh)
And why y'all ballin on wheels if they under 50 (nigga)
(X, X-OR)
Lock and Block's the motto, got more snow than Dr. Zhivago
Same mindstate that make Capone boss of Chicago
But I don't get my gangsta from movies, I'm a rock star
Five star tellies runnin' gangstas on rubies
Come through and leave your boy sick
'Cause my F-type steers with a joystick
I'm the heart of my era, listen
I lead an artistic life, paint pictures with my actions
Ain't no margin for error
My innate features leave niggas dismayed, speechless
And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
I fuck with old timers
So don't make me forget that you real and catch Osamas
Motherfuckin' hoes, never I'll spoil 'em
I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballin'
The top dog, nigga I'm the bare truth
You wanna get math? Well nigga I'm the square root
The rock star
I got a mean stash, you seen Cass get his thug on
Strip my bitch, we kiss and get our hug on
She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
And dog, when you park your car, put your club on
The next cat I put the snub on
I'mma clap the gat till it get too hot and that's with gloves on
Y'all love drawin, y'all should go to an art school (yeah)
I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels (ok)
Trees on my shoes, Polo in the dark blues (ah-uh)
And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
Fuck, is y'all stupid or somethin'?(Uh)
What's the point in pullin' out your joint if you ain't shootin' at nothin'?
Dude, frontin' get you banged in the face (show it)
And if you had braces then you know how the banger'll taste
I'm with anything pertainin' to cake
And I just copped the blue Lockman with the rectangular face
Easy
Easy niggas, matter of fact, fuck that, go hard
Cass, show these niggas how you built
Grab your guns, bust off, my nigga
Yeah, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lames fear, got the game scared (ah-uh)
I buy caine by the square but sell it by the O (yeah)
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cokehead's nose red like Rudolph
I grind on the strip so hard I got blue balls (ok)
I'd rather knock a Q off than get blew off (sure)
That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off (eh)
You dudes soft, really bitches like RuPaul
When it's war, I move out like U-Hauls
I'm a true boss (yeah)
I send eight balls to the corner
My strip like a pool hall (yeah, hear that)
And I ball like I been in the sport
My trigger finger itchin' like it got genital warts
Don't play around with him boy (why's that?)
'Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids, faggot
Yeah-yeah, we don't stop
This is R3, young generation
Showin' y'all cocksuckers what it's about
When y'all get some young boys, come talk to me
We do it any time, any place, you know our style
Get ready for R4, 'cause we never stop
We still in the studio, we in the studio right now
Far as Holiday Styles goes, the Ghost, S.P. Peniro
Well you know, I'll be out soon
A Gangster and a Gentleman, at a store near you
Cocksucker, if you find somebody who can do it better
Introduce me to him so I can shake his hand
'Cause you know, that's a gentleman thing to do
Then I'mma flip to the gangster and shoot him in the head
'Cause that's just my style, you know
My shit'll be the hardest shit on the planet as a matter of fact
Followin' this, so
I suggest y'all stay tuned to Ruff Ryders 'cause we will not stop
There's a lot of cocksuckers in this industry and game but
There's a lot of cocksuckers outside in the street too
If you on the street, don't snitch
Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga with me?
D-Block
Ayo, it's J-Hud bitch, respect my bars
The doctors have to piece together your face like a collage
Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out (hm)
The slugs rip through they gums and they grill come out
Motherfuck you and fuck your mans
If I don't clap you in the dome, I'mma leave clips in your diaphragm
I'm the hood prophet, puff purple instead of chocolate (what?)
Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip (uh)
And I'mma stay on the corner like stop signs (what?)
With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and a Glock nine
When you speakin of the hardest, nigga bring hood name up
D-Block bitch, we 'bout to have the game chained up (D-Block)
My words too strong, bars too powerful
Your towel can't dry you when them dum-dums shower you (uh-uh)
Y'all mad 'cause y'all garbage and y'all lyrics is borin'
And your whip was made the same year that you was born in
Listen man, don't worry bout how many gats this crook has (that's right)
Just know I stay strapped like book bags (bitch)
With your shook ass
You just gettin' off your porch and me, I'm just gettin off in court (uh)
I can make sure your coffin bought (what?)
Why would you mention a burner? (Uh)
It's a difference between rappin' and attemptin' a murder
Talkin' the shit you live and talkin' the shit you heard of
You said fuck larceny? (What?)
What is you crazy bitch?
Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips
Watch who you speakin' 'bout and watch who you speakin to
The cats you speak about will show you what the heat could do
A respirator is what you'll be breathin' through
And you got beef with who that you need toast? (Uh?)
The closest you came to beef was Meatloaf
When we post with bats and pea coats
Y'all niggas better be close
Yo, to fuck with Keem, y'all bitches better hope and dream
Every gun that I own got a scope and beam
When I, yo (approach the scene, shake dice, rope your team
Best bitch on the East Coast since Queen Latifah
Buy reefer, fly diva, ride deeper
Four pound thump louder than five speakers
Spit fire, hot lava flow
Don't get it twisted, not one of them Prada hoes
Catch me in Escada clothes with a lot of dough
That's not mine, it's his, I need a lot more to live
You gotta give the key one for your kids
How you think a bitch like me afford to live, motherfucker?
That's a bad bitch, she's your baddest snake (yeah)
This for younger generation (yeah)
I'II kill y'all (yeah)
Lock (yeah)
Get busy on these niggas (ooh)
Ay look, I'm tryin' stack mad gravy
So I get birds for my crew, I'mma Erykah Badu my bag lady
You that crazy squeeze, I know you ain't spittin shells
Your hand shake so much, it shows up on the Richter scale
I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks dog, I got a bitch for sale
So let me find out it's a nigga hatin' Lock
No coffin, he get buried in a refrigerator box
God damn, I'm a hot man
I'm tellin' you straight up
I got my weight up, Jacob, call my wrist Roxanne (ooh)
'Cause if I wore it in a dark room
You and your man'll hate it, I'mma look animated like a cartoon (blame)
Bottom line, I'm tellin' you that you ain't fuckin' with me (uh-uh)
Hard, no bodyguards, you wanna a shot, come and get me
I'm not a sucker nor any nigga runnin' with me (uh-uh)
And why y'all ballin on wheels if they under 50 (nigga)
(X, X-OR)
Lock and Block's the motto, got more snow than Dr. Zhivago
Same mindstate that make Capone boss of Chicago
But I don't get my gangsta from movies, I'm a rock star
Five star tellies runnin' gangstas on rubies
Come through and leave your boy sick
'Cause my F-type steers with a joystick
I'm the heart of my era, listen
I lead an artistic life, paint pictures with my actions
Ain't no margin for error
My innate features leave niggas dismayed, speechless
And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
I fuck with old timers
So don't make me forget that you real and catch Osamas
Motherfuckin' hoes, never I'll spoil 'em
I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballin'
The top dog, nigga I'm the bare truth
You wanna get math? Well nigga I'm the square root
The rock star
I got a mean stash, you seen Cass get his thug on
Strip my bitch, we kiss and get our hug on
She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
And dog, when you park your car, put your club on
The next cat I put the snub on
I'mma clap the gat till it get too hot and that's with gloves on
Y'all love drawin, y'all should go to an art school (yeah)
I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels (ok)
Trees on my shoes, Polo in the dark blues (ah-uh)
And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
Fuck, is y'all stupid or somethin'?(Uh)
What's the point in pullin' out your joint if you ain't shootin' at nothin'?
Dude, frontin' get you banged in the face (show it)
And if you had braces then you know how the banger'll taste
I'm with anything pertainin' to cake
And I just copped the blue Lockman with the rectangular face
Easy
Easy niggas, matter of fact, fuck that, go hard
Cass, show these niggas how you built
Grab your guns, bust off, my nigga
Yeah, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lames fear, got the game scared (ah-uh)
I buy caine by the square but sell it by the O (yeah)
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cokehead's nose red like Rudolph
I grind on the strip so hard I got blue balls (ok)
I'd rather knock a Q off than get blew off (sure)
That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off (eh)
You dudes soft, really bitches like RuPaul
When it's war, I move out like U-Hauls
I'm a true boss (yeah)
I send eight balls to the corner
My strip like a pool hall (yeah, hear that)
And I ball like I been in the sport
My trigger finger itchin' like it got genital warts
Don't play around with him boy (why's that?)
'Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids, faggot
Yeah-yeah, we don't stop
This is R3, young generation
Showin' y'all cocksuckers what it's about
When y'all get some young boys, come talk to me
We do it any time, any place, you know our style
Get ready for R4, 'cause we never stop
We still in the studio, we in the studio right now
Far as Holiday Styles goes, the Ghost, S.P. Peniro
Well you know, I'll be out soon
A Gangster and a Gentleman, at a store near you
Cocksucker, if you find somebody who can do it better
Introduce me to him so I can shake his hand
'Cause you know, that's a gentleman thing to do
Then I'mma flip to the gangster and shoot him in the head
'Cause that's just my style, you know
My shit'll be the hardest shit on the planet as a matter of fact
Followin' this, so
I suggest y'all stay tuned to Ruff Ryders 'cause we will not stop
There's a lot of cocksuckers in this industry and game but
There's a lot of cocksuckers outside in the street too
If you on the street, don't snitch
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.19] Ruff Ryder III
[00:04.85] Time for the younger generation to blow
[00:07.95] You know I brought my nigga with me?
[00:10.21] D-Block
[00:10.73] Ayo, it's J-Hud bitch, respect my bars
[00:13.47] The doctors have to piece together your face like a collage
[00:16.55] Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out (hm)
[00:19.06] The slugs rip through they gums and they grill come out
[00:22.01] Motherfuck you and fuck your mans
[00:23.86] If I don't clap you in the dome, I'mma leave clips in your diaphragm
[00:27.41] I'm the hood prophet, puff purple instead of chocolate (what?)
[00:30.40] Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip (uh)
[00:33.06] And I'mma stay on the corner like stop signs (what?)
[00:35.59] With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and a Glock nine
[00:38.58] When you speakin of the hardest, nigga bring hood name up
[00:41.13] D-Block bitch, we 'bout to have the game chained up (D-Block)
[00:43.93] My words too strong, bars too powerful
[00:46.88] Your towel can't dry you when them dum-dums shower you (uh-uh)
[00:49.56] Y'all mad 'cause y'all garbage and y'all lyrics is borin'
[00:52.04] And your whip was made the same year that you was born in
[00:54.77] Listen man, don't worry bout how many gats this crook has (that's right)
[00:58.01] Just know I stay strapped like book bags (bitch)
[01:00.66] With your shook ass
[01:01.49] You just gettin' off your porch and me, I'm just gettin off in court (uh)
[01:05.27] I can make sure your coffin bought (what?)
[01:07.16] Why would you mention a burner? (Uh)
[01:08.53] It's a difference between rappin' and attemptin' a murder
[01:11.24] Talkin' the shit you live and talkin' the shit you heard of
[01:14.10] You said fuck larceny? (What?)
[01:15.89] What is you crazy bitch?
[01:17.25] Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips
[01:19.99] Watch who you speakin' 'bout and watch who you speakin to
[01:22.63] The cats you speak about will show you what the heat could do
[01:25.68] A respirator is what you'll be breathin' through
[01:28.11] And you got beef with who that you need toast? (Uh?)
[01:30.77] The closest you came to beef was Meatloaf
[01:33.66] When we post with bats and pea coats
[01:36.57] Y'all niggas better be close
[01:38.92] Yo, to fuck with Keem, y'all bitches better hope and dream
[01:41.45] Every gun that I own got a scope and beam
[01:44.14] When I, yo (approach the scene, shake dice, rope your team
[01:47.22] Best bitch on the East Coast since Queen Latifah
[01:50.34] Buy reefer, fly diva, ride deeper
[01:52.90] Four pound thump louder than five speakers
[01:55.30] Spit fire, hot lava flow
[01:57.52] Don't get it twisted, not one of them Prada hoes
[02:00.33] Catch me in Escada clothes with a lot of dough
[02:02.84] That's not mine, it's his, I need a lot more to live
[02:06.29] You gotta give the key one for your kids
[02:08.48] How you think a bitch like me afford to live, motherfucker?
[02:14.28] That's a bad bitch, she's your baddest snake (yeah)
[02:17.56] This for younger generation (yeah)
[02:19.21] I'II kill y'all (yeah)
[02:20.34] Lock (yeah)
[02:21.05] Get busy on these niggas (ooh)
[02:22.46] Ay look, I'm tryin' stack mad gravy
[02:24.69] So I get birds for my crew, I'mma Erykah Badu my bag lady
[02:28.49] You that crazy squeeze, I know you ain't spittin shells
[02:31.11] Your hand shake so much, it shows up on the Richter scale
[02:33.99] I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell
[02:36.86] I don't just sell bricks dog, I got a bitch for sale
[02:39.54] So let me find out it's a nigga hatin' Lock
[02:41.89] No coffin, he get buried in a refrigerator box
[02:44.70] God damn, I'm a hot man
[02:46.53] I'm tellin' you straight up
[02:47.50] I got my weight up, Jacob, call my wrist Roxanne (ooh)
[02:50.67] 'Cause if I wore it in a dark room
[02:52.80] You and your man'll hate it, I'mma look animated like a cartoon (blame)
[02:56.08] Bottom line, I'm tellin' you that you ain't fuckin' with me (uh-uh)
[02:58.80] Hard, no bodyguards, you wanna a shot, come and get me
[03:01.74] I'm not a sucker nor any nigga runnin' with me (uh-uh)
[03:04.11] And why y'all ballin on wheels if they under 50 (nigga)
[03:09.32] (X, X-OR)
[03:11.30] Lock and Block's the motto, got more snow than Dr. Zhivago
[03:14.71] Same mindstate that make Capone boss of Chicago
[03:17.52] But I don't get my gangsta from movies, I'm a rock star
[03:20.51] Five star tellies runnin' gangstas on rubies
[03:22.83] Come through and leave your boy sick
[03:24.85] 'Cause my F-type steers with a joystick
[03:27.51] I'm the heart of my era, listen
[03:29.62] I lead an artistic life, paint pictures with my actions
[03:32.72] Ain't no margin for error
[03:33.95] My innate features leave niggas dismayed, speechless
[03:36.92] And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
[03:39.37] I fuck with old timers
[03:40.71] So don't make me forget that you real and catch Osamas
[03:44.09] Motherfuckin' hoes, never I'll spoil 'em
[03:46.46] I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballin'
[03:49.48] The top dog, nigga I'm the bare truth
[03:52.50] You wanna get math? Well nigga I'm the square root
[03:54.96] The rock star
[03:55.94] I got a mean stash, you seen Cass get his thug on
[03:59.24] Strip my bitch, we kiss and get our hug on
[04:01.95] She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
[04:04.55] And dog, when you park your car, put your club on
[04:07.58] The next cat I put the snub on
[04:09.45] I'mma clap the gat till it get too hot and that's with gloves on
[04:13.01] Y'all love drawin, y'all should go to an art school (yeah)
[04:15.68] I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels (ok)
[04:18.32] Trees on my shoes, Polo in the dark blues (ah-uh)
[04:21.03] And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
[04:23.85] Fuck, is y'all stupid or somethin'?(Uh)
[04:25.67] What's the point in pullin' out your joint if you ain't shootin' at nothin'?
[04:28.97] Dude, frontin' get you banged in the face (show it)
[04:31.49] And if you had braces then you know how the banger'll taste
[04:34.39] I'm with anything pertainin' to cake
[04:36.53] And I just copped the blue Lockman with the rectangular face
[04:40.22] Easy
[04:41.28] Easy niggas, matter of fact, fuck that, go hard
[04:45.99] Cass, show these niggas how you built
[04:47.81] Grab your guns, bust off, my nigga
[04:51.40] Yeah, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
[04:54.46] I'm what you lames fear, got the game scared (ah-uh)
[04:57.24] I buy caine by the square but sell it by the O (yeah)
[05:00.16] I run through snow like a reindeer
[05:02.42] The cokehead's nose red like Rudolph
[05:05.05] I grind on the strip so hard I got blue balls (ok)
[05:07.95] I'd rather knock a Q off than get blew off (sure)
[05:10.59] That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off (eh)
[05:13.48] You dudes soft, really bitches like RuPaul
[05:16.36] When it's war, I move out like U-Hauls
[05:19.07] I'm a true boss (yeah)
[05:20.77] I send eight balls to the corner
[05:22.73] My strip like a pool hall (yeah, hear that)
[05:24.61] And I ball like I been in the sport
[05:26.46] My trigger finger itchin' like it got genital warts
[05:29.65] Don't play around with him boy (why's that?)
[05:32.29] 'Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids, faggot
[05:36.95] Yeah-yeah, we don't stop
[05:39.99] This is R3, young generation
[05:43.53] Showin' y'all cocksuckers what it's about
[05:46.19] When y'all get some young boys, come talk to me
[05:48.53] We do it any time, any place, you know our style
[05:51.89] Get ready for R4, 'cause we never stop
[05:54.66] We still in the studio, we in the studio right now
[05:58.03] Far as Holiday Styles goes, the Ghost, S.P. Peniro
[06:02.88] Well you know, I'll be out soon
[06:05.37] A Gangster and a Gentleman, at a store near you
[06:09.16] Cocksucker, if you find somebody who can do it better
[06:13.46] Introduce me to him so I can shake his hand
[06:16.47] 'Cause you know, that's a gentleman thing to do
[06:20.25] Then I'mma flip to the gangster and shoot him in the head
[06:22.47] 'Cause that's just my style, you know
[06:25.13] My shit'll be the hardest shit on the planet as a matter of fact
[06:28.40] Followin' this, so
[06:30.64] I suggest y'all stay tuned to Ruff Ryders 'cause we will not stop
[06:34.36] There's a lot of cocksuckers in this industry and game but
[06:38.55] There's a lot of cocksuckers outside in the street too
[06:41.79] If you on the street, don't snitch
[06:46.23]
[00:04.85] Time for the younger generation to blow
[00:07.95] You know I brought my nigga with me?
[00:10.21] D-Block
[00:10.73] Ayo, it's J-Hud bitch, respect my bars
[00:13.47] The doctors have to piece together your face like a collage
[00:16.55] Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out (hm)
[00:19.06] The slugs rip through they gums and they grill come out
[00:22.01] Motherfuck you and fuck your mans
[00:23.86] If I don't clap you in the dome, I'mma leave clips in your diaphragm
[00:27.41] I'm the hood prophet, puff purple instead of chocolate (what?)
[00:30.40] Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip (uh)
[00:33.06] And I'mma stay on the corner like stop signs (what?)
[00:35.59] With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and a Glock nine
[00:38.58] When you speakin of the hardest, nigga bring hood name up
[00:41.13] D-Block bitch, we 'bout to have the game chained up (D-Block)
[00:43.93] My words too strong, bars too powerful
[00:46.88] Your towel can't dry you when them dum-dums shower you (uh-uh)
[00:49.56] Y'all mad 'cause y'all garbage and y'all lyrics is borin'
[00:52.04] And your whip was made the same year that you was born in
[00:54.77] Listen man, don't worry bout how many gats this crook has (that's right)
[00:58.01] Just know I stay strapped like book bags (bitch)
[01:00.66] With your shook ass
[01:01.49] You just gettin' off your porch and me, I'm just gettin off in court (uh)
[01:05.27] I can make sure your coffin bought (what?)
[01:07.16] Why would you mention a burner? (Uh)
[01:08.53] It's a difference between rappin' and attemptin' a murder
[01:11.24] Talkin' the shit you live and talkin' the shit you heard of
[01:14.10] You said fuck larceny? (What?)
[01:15.89] What is you crazy bitch?
[01:17.25] Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips
[01:19.99] Watch who you speakin' 'bout and watch who you speakin to
[01:22.63] The cats you speak about will show you what the heat could do
[01:25.68] A respirator is what you'll be breathin' through
[01:28.11] And you got beef with who that you need toast? (Uh?)
[01:30.77] The closest you came to beef was Meatloaf
[01:33.66] When we post with bats and pea coats
[01:36.57] Y'all niggas better be close
[01:38.92] Yo, to fuck with Keem, y'all bitches better hope and dream
[01:41.45] Every gun that I own got a scope and beam
[01:44.14] When I, yo (approach the scene, shake dice, rope your team
[01:47.22] Best bitch on the East Coast since Queen Latifah
[01:50.34] Buy reefer, fly diva, ride deeper
[01:52.90] Four pound thump louder than five speakers
[01:55.30] Spit fire, hot lava flow
[01:57.52] Don't get it twisted, not one of them Prada hoes
[02:00.33] Catch me in Escada clothes with a lot of dough
[02:02.84] That's not mine, it's his, I need a lot more to live
[02:06.29] You gotta give the key one for your kids
[02:08.48] How you think a bitch like me afford to live, motherfucker?
[02:14.28] That's a bad bitch, she's your baddest snake (yeah)
[02:17.56] This for younger generation (yeah)
[02:19.21] I'II kill y'all (yeah)
[02:20.34] Lock (yeah)
[02:21.05] Get busy on these niggas (ooh)
[02:22.46] Ay look, I'm tryin' stack mad gravy
[02:24.69] So I get birds for my crew, I'mma Erykah Badu my bag lady
[02:28.49] You that crazy squeeze, I know you ain't spittin shells
[02:31.11] Your hand shake so much, it shows up on the Richter scale
[02:33.99] I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell
[02:36.86] I don't just sell bricks dog, I got a bitch for sale
[02:39.54] So let me find out it's a nigga hatin' Lock
[02:41.89] No coffin, he get buried in a refrigerator box
[02:44.70] God damn, I'm a hot man
[02:46.53] I'm tellin' you straight up
[02:47.50] I got my weight up, Jacob, call my wrist Roxanne (ooh)
[02:50.67] 'Cause if I wore it in a dark room
[02:52.80] You and your man'll hate it, I'mma look animated like a cartoon (blame)
[02:56.08] Bottom line, I'm tellin' you that you ain't fuckin' with me (uh-uh)
[02:58.80] Hard, no bodyguards, you wanna a shot, come and get me
[03:01.74] I'm not a sucker nor any nigga runnin' with me (uh-uh)
[03:04.11] And why y'all ballin on wheels if they under 50 (nigga)
[03:09.32] (X, X-OR)
[03:11.30] Lock and Block's the motto, got more snow than Dr. Zhivago
[03:14.71] Same mindstate that make Capone boss of Chicago
[03:17.52] But I don't get my gangsta from movies, I'm a rock star
[03:20.51] Five star tellies runnin' gangstas on rubies
[03:22.83] Come through and leave your boy sick
[03:24.85] 'Cause my F-type steers with a joystick
[03:27.51] I'm the heart of my era, listen
[03:29.62] I lead an artistic life, paint pictures with my actions
[03:32.72] Ain't no margin for error
[03:33.95] My innate features leave niggas dismayed, speechless
[03:36.92] And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
[03:39.37] I fuck with old timers
[03:40.71] So don't make me forget that you real and catch Osamas
[03:44.09] Motherfuckin' hoes, never I'll spoil 'em
[03:46.46] I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballin'
[03:49.48] The top dog, nigga I'm the bare truth
[03:52.50] You wanna get math? Well nigga I'm the square root
[03:54.96] The rock star
[03:55.94] I got a mean stash, you seen Cass get his thug on
[03:59.24] Strip my bitch, we kiss and get our hug on
[04:01.95] She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
[04:04.55] And dog, when you park your car, put your club on
[04:07.58] The next cat I put the snub on
[04:09.45] I'mma clap the gat till it get too hot and that's with gloves on
[04:13.01] Y'all love drawin, y'all should go to an art school (yeah)
[04:15.68] I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels (ok)
[04:18.32] Trees on my shoes, Polo in the dark blues (ah-uh)
[04:21.03] And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
[04:23.85] Fuck, is y'all stupid or somethin'?(Uh)
[04:25.67] What's the point in pullin' out your joint if you ain't shootin' at nothin'?
[04:28.97] Dude, frontin' get you banged in the face (show it)
[04:31.49] And if you had braces then you know how the banger'll taste
[04:34.39] I'm with anything pertainin' to cake
[04:36.53] And I just copped the blue Lockman with the rectangular face
[04:40.22] Easy
[04:41.28] Easy niggas, matter of fact, fuck that, go hard
[04:45.99] Cass, show these niggas how you built
[04:47.81] Grab your guns, bust off, my nigga
[04:51.40] Yeah, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
[04:54.46] I'm what you lames fear, got the game scared (ah-uh)
[04:57.24] I buy caine by the square but sell it by the O (yeah)
[05:00.16] I run through snow like a reindeer
[05:02.42] The cokehead's nose red like Rudolph
[05:05.05] I grind on the strip so hard I got blue balls (ok)
[05:07.95] I'd rather knock a Q off than get blew off (sure)
[05:10.59] That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off (eh)
[05:13.48] You dudes soft, really bitches like RuPaul
[05:16.36] When it's war, I move out like U-Hauls
[05:19.07] I'm a true boss (yeah)
[05:20.77] I send eight balls to the corner
[05:22.73] My strip like a pool hall (yeah, hear that)
[05:24.61] And I ball like I been in the sport
[05:26.46] My trigger finger itchin' like it got genital warts
[05:29.65] Don't play around with him boy (why's that?)
[05:32.29] 'Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids, faggot
[05:36.95] Yeah-yeah, we don't stop
[05:39.99] This is R3, young generation
[05:43.53] Showin' y'all cocksuckers what it's about
[05:46.19] When y'all get some young boys, come talk to me
[05:48.53] We do it any time, any place, you know our style
[05:51.89] Get ready for R4, 'cause we never stop
[05:54.66] We still in the studio, we in the studio right now
[05:58.03] Far as Holiday Styles goes, the Ghost, S.P. Peniro
[06:02.88] Well you know, I'll be out soon
[06:05.37] A Gangster and a Gentleman, at a store near you
[06:09.16] Cocksucker, if you find somebody who can do it better
[06:13.46] Introduce me to him so I can shake his hand
[06:16.47] 'Cause you know, that's a gentleman thing to do
[06:20.25] Then I'mma flip to the gangster and shoot him in the head
[06:22.47] 'Cause that's just my style, you know
[06:25.13] My shit'll be the hardest shit on the planet as a matter of fact
[06:28.40] Followin' this, so
[06:30.64] I suggest y'all stay tuned to Ruff Ryders 'cause we will not stop
[06:34.36] There's a lot of cocksuckers in this industry and game but
[06:38.55] There's a lot of cocksuckers outside in the street too
[06:41.79] If you on the street, don't snitch
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