Ruff Ryders Volume 3: In the `R` We trus — текст песни (Ruff Ryders f Cam, Cassidy, Jae Hood, La)

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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
Motherfuck you and fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 motherfucker?

(Styles)
That`s a bad bitch..shit you a bad ass nigga..It`s theyounger 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
I`m calling my wrists Roxanne
Cause if I wore it in a dark room
You and your man would hate how I look animated like a cartoon
Bottom line, I`m telling you that you ain`t fucking with me
Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me
I`m not a sucker, nor is any nigga running with me
And why are y`all balling with wheels if they under fifty
nigga

(Rockstar)
Lock and blocks the motto
Got more slow than Dr. Zhivago
Same mind state that makes a poem rock in Chicago
But I don`t get my gangster from movies
I`m a rockstar, 5 star teles, running with gangsters andgroupies
Come through and leave a voice sick
Cause my S-type steers with a joystick
I`m the heart in my era



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