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Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle

アーティスト:Ruff Ryders  アルバム:Ryde Or Die Vol. 3  作詞:DOWELL MICHAEL/FIELDS ANTHONY/HOOD JOSHUA S/LASSITER SEAN M  作曲:DOWELL MICHAEL/FIELDS ANTHONY/HOOD JOSHUA S/LASSITER SEAN M 

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(Styles) Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to blow You know I brought my nigga with me D-Block (Jae Hood) Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch respect my bars The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out Motherf**k you and f**k your mans If I don't clap you in the dome I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm I'm the hood prophet Puff purple instead of chocolate Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine When you speaking of the hardest nigga Bring hood's name up D Block bitch, we about to have the game chained up My words too strong, bars too powerful And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you Your mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring And your whip was made that same year you was born in (Larceny) Listen man, Don't worry how many gats this crook has Just know I stay strapped like book bags Bitch is shook ass You just getting off the porch And me? I'm just getting off in court I could make sure your coffin bought Why would you mention a burner? There is a difference between rap and attempting to murder Talking the shit you living and the shit you heard of You said f**k Larceny? What is you crazy, bitch? Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heatcould do A respirator is what you'll be breathing through And you got beef with who that you need toast The closest you came to beef was meat loaf When we pose with bats and pea coats Y'all niggas better be close (Cam) To f**k with Cam, y'all bitches better hope and dream Every gun that I own got a scope and beam When I approach the things shake the dice, rook the team Best bitch on the east coast since Queen Latifiah, buyreefer, fly diva Ride deeper, four pound bump louder than five speaker Spit fire, hot lava flow Don't get twisted, I'm not one of them prada hoe's 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 got to get the king before the kid How you think a bitch like me afford to live motherf**ker? (Styles) That's a bad bitch, shit you a bad ass nigga, It's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these niggas (Lock) Hey look, I'm trying to sell mad gravy So I get birds from my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady" You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting 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 the nigga that hate us a lot No coffin, he get buried in the refrigerator box God damn, I'm a hot man I'm telling you straight up, I got my weight up


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