Ruff
Ryder Three,
Time for the younger generation to blow
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nYou know I brought my niggas with me
D-Block
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nHey yo, it's jay hood nigga respect my bars
The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage
Mother****ers always talk breezy till the steel come out
And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nMother****er you and **** 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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nWhen you speaking of the hardest nigga
Bring hood's name up
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nD Block niggas, 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
Listen man,
Don't worry how many gats this crook has
Just know
I stay strapped like book bags
Mother****ers 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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nTalking the ****ing you living and the ****ing you heard of
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nYou said ****
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nLarceny? What is you crazy, nigga?
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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nY'all niggas better be close
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nTo **** with
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nCam, y'all niggas 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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nBest nigga 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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nHow you think a nigga like me afford to live mother****ing?
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nThat's a bad mother****er, nigga you a bad ass mother****er,
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nIt's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these niggas
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 mother****ers look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks, dog
I got a mother****er for sale
So let me find the mother****er that hates 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 ****ing with me
Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me
I'm not a sucker, nor is any mother****er running with me
And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty mother****ers
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
Listen, I lead an autistic life
Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error
My innate features, leave mother****ers dismayed, speechless
And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
I **** with old timers
So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers
Mother****ing hoe
I spoil them
Remember,
I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballin
The top dog, mother****e
I'm the bear truth
You want to get math?
Bitches, I'm the mother****ing root
The rockstar
I got mean stash
You seen case get his thug on
I strip my bitches and we 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'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's withgloves on
You love drawing, you should go to an art school
I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels
Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues
And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
Bitches, y'all stupid or something
What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing
Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face
If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste
I'm near anything pertaining to cake
Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face
Easy
Easy bitches, matter of fact bitches that go hard,
Cass' show these bitches how you built, grab your guns and bust off, my bitches
Yeah my mother****er, it's
Cassidy mother****er, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by the mother****er, sell it by the o
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like
Rudolf I grind on the strip so hard
I got blue bitches
I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off
That's how
I stay on my toes like my shoes off
You dudes are soft, really bitches like
Ra Paul When's it's war
I move out like
U-hauls I'm a true boss
I send eight bitches to the corner
My strip like a pool hall
And I ball like
I been in the sport
My trigger finger itching 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
Bitches
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.84][Styles] Ruff
[00:01.29]Ryder Three,
[00:01.83]Time for the younger generation to blow
[00:04.05]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nYou know I brought my niggas with me
[00:07.11]D-Block [Jae Hood]
[00:07.53]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nHey yo, it's jay hood nigga respect my bars
[00:11.13]The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage
[00:13.95]Mother****ers always talk breezy till the steel come out
[00:16.68]And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out
[00:19.17]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nMother****er you and **** your mans
[00:21.81]If I don't clap you in the dome
[00:22.95]I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm
[00:25.08]I'm the hood prophet
[00:26.22]Puff purple instead of chocolate
[00:27.90]Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip
[00:30.51]And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs
[00:32.97]With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine
[00:35.76]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nWhen you speaking of the hardest nigga
[00:38.46]Bring hood's name up
[00:38.85]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nD Block niggas, we about to have the game chained up
[00:41.73]My words too strong, bars too powerful
[00:44.37]And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you
[00:47.31]Your mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring
[00:49.86]And your whip was made that same year you was born in [Larceny]
[00:52.62]Listen man,
[00:53.07]Don't worry how many gats this crook has
[00:55.53]Just know
[00:56.28]I stay strapped like book bags
[00:57.87]Mother****ers is shook ass
[00:58.98]You just getting off the porch
[01:00.48]And me? I'm just getting off in court
[01:02.76]I could make sure your coffin bought
[01:04.65]Why would you mention a burner?
[01:05.97]There is a difference between rap and attempting to murder
[01:08.64]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nTalking the ****ing you living and the ****ing you heard of
[01:11.79]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nYou said ****
[01:13.98]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nLarceny? What is you crazy, nigga?
[01:16.68]Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips
[01:17.76]Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to
[01:20.16]The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heatcould do
[01:23.01]A respirator is what you'll be breathing through
[01:25.95]And you got beef with who that you need toast
[01:28.20]The closest you came to beef was meat loaf
[01:29.79]When we pose with bats and pea coats
[01:30.57]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nY'all niggas better be close [Cam]
[01:33.24]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nTo **** with
[01:35.43]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nCam, y'all niggas better hope and dream
[01:39.00]Every gun that
[01:39.96]I own got a scope and beam
[01:41.58]When I approach the things shake the dice, rook the team
[01:44.73]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nBest nigga on the east coast since
[01:47.94]Queen Latifiah, buyreefer, fly diva
[01:49.44]Ride deeper, four pound bump louder than five speaker
[01:52.95]Spit fire, hot lava flow
[01:55.11]Don't get twisted,
[01:56.19]I'm not one of them prada hoe's
[01:57.78]Catch me in
[01:58.50]Escada clothes, with a lot of dough
[02:00.39]That's not mine, it's his
[02:02.13]I need a lot more to live
[02:03.84]You got to get the king before the kid
[02:04.95]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nHow you think a nigga like me afford to live mother****ing? [Styles]
[02:09.36]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nThat's a bad mother****er, nigga you a bad ass mother****er,
[02:14.70]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nIt's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these niggas [Lock]
[02:20.13]Hey look,
[02:20.46]I'm trying to sell mad gravy
[02:22.20]So I get birds from my crew and make
[02:23.94]Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
[02:26.01]You that crazy?
[02:26.85]Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells
[02:28.83]Your hand shake so much it shows up on the
[02:30.87]Richter scale
[02:31.56]I made the huskiest mother****ers look like they had sickle cell
[02:34.59]I don't just sell bricks, dog
[02:36.00]I got a mother****er for sale
[02:37.29]So let me find the mother****er that hates us a lot
[02:39.45]No coffin, he get buried in the refrigerator box
[02:42.27]God damn,
[02:43.05]I'm a hot man
[02:44.22]I'm telling you straight up,
[02:45.30]I got my weight up
[02:46.68]I'm calling my wrists
[02:47.37]Roxanne Cause if
[02:48.63]I wore it in a dark room
[02:50.28]You and your man would hate how
[02:51.66]I look animated like a cartoon
[02:53.55]Bottom line,
[02:54.42]I'm telling you that you ain't ****ing with me
[02:56.28]Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me
[02:59.25]I'm not a sucker, nor is any mother****er running with me
[03:01.89]And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty mother****ers [Rockstar]
[03:05.22]Lock and blocks the motto
[03:10.32]Got more slow than
[03:11.31]Dr. Zhivago
[03:12.33]Same mind state that makes a poem rock in
[03:14.46]Chicago But
[03:15.36]I don't get my gangster from movies
[03:17.28]I'm a rockstar, 5 star teles, running with gangsters andgroupies
[03:20.58]Come through and leave a voice sick
[03:22.56]Cause my S-type steers with a joystick
[03:25.41]I'm the heart in my era
[03:26.79]Listen, I lead an autistic life
[03:28.89]Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error
[03:31.65]My innate features, leave mother****ers dismayed, speechless
[03:34.59]And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
[03:36.99]I **** with old timers
[03:38.43]So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers
[03:41.76]Mother****ing hoe
[03:43.44]I spoil them
[03:43.98]Remember,
[03:44.25]I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballin
[03:46.92]The top dog, mother****e
[03:48.72]I'm the bear truth
[03:49.89]You want to get math?
[03:51.24]Bitches, I'm the mother****ing root
[03:52.68]The rockstar [Cassidy]
[03:53.88]I got mean stash
[03:54.90]You seen case get his thug on
[03:56.67]I strip my bitches and we get our hug on
[03:59.58]She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
[04:02.22]And dog, when you park your car, put your club on
[04:05.13]The next cat
[04:05.94]I put the snub on
[04:07.11]I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's withgloves on
[04:10.59]You love drawing, you should go to an art school
[04:13.14]I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels
[04:15.96]Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues
[04:18.75]And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
[04:21.39]Bitches, y'all stupid or something
[04:23.19]What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing
[04:26.67]Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face
[04:29.13]If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste
[04:32.07]I'm near anything pertaining to cake
[04:34.53]Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face
[04:37.86]Easy [Styles]
[04:38.94]Easy bitches, matter of fact bitches that go hard,
[04:43.83]Cass' show these bitches how you built, grab your guns and bust off, my bitches [Cassidy]
[04:49.02]Yeah my mother****er, it's
[04:49.74]Cassidy mother****er, get the name clear
[04:52.20]I'm what you lame steer got the game near
[04:54.72]Buy 'caine by the mother****er, sell it by the o
[04:57.78]I run through snow like a reindeer
[05:00.03]The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like
[05:01.95]Rudolf I grind on the strip so hard
[05:04.23]I got blue bitches
[05:05.61]I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off
[05:08.16]That's how
[05:08.58]I stay on my toes like my shoes off
[05:11.04]You dudes are soft, really bitches like
[05:12.99]Ra Paul When's it's war
[05:14.70]I move out like
[05:15.72]U-hauls I'm a true boss
[05:18.27]I send eight bitches to the corner
[05:20.28]My strip like a pool hall
[05:22.26]And I ball like
[05:23.13]I been in the sport
[05:24.06]My trigger finger itching like it got genital warts
[05:27.06]Don't play around with him boy (why's that)
[06:18.69]Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids
[06:30.33]Bitches
📝
纯歌词版本
Ruff
Ryder Three,
Time for the younger generation to blow
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nYou know I brought my niggas with me
D-Block
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nHey yo, it's jay hood nigga respect my bars
The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage
Mother****ers always talk breezy till the steel come out
And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nMother****er you and **** 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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nWhen you speaking of the hardest nigga
Bring hood's name up
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nD Block niggas, 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
Listen man,
Don't worry how many gats this crook has
Just know
I stay strapped like book bags
Mother****ers 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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nTalking the ****ing you living and the ****ing you heard of
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nYou said ****
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nLarceny? What is you crazy, nigga?
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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nY'all niggas better be close
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nTo **** with
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nCam, y'all niggas 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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nBest nigga 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
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nHow you think a nigga like me afford to live mother****ing?
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nThat's a bad mother****er, nigga you a bad ass mother****er,
Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nIt's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these niggas
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 mother****ers look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks, dog
I got a mother****er for sale
So let me find the mother****er that hates 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 ****ing with me
Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me
I'm not a sucker, nor is any mother****er running with me
And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty mother****ers
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
Listen, I lead an autistic life
Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error
My innate features, leave mother****ers dismayed, speechless
And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
I **** with old timers
So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers
Mother****ing hoe
I spoil them
Remember,
I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballin
The top dog, mother****e
I'm the bear truth
You want to get math?
Bitches, I'm the mother****ing root
The rockstar
I got mean stash
You seen case get his thug on
I strip my bitches and we 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'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's withgloves on
You love drawing, you should go to an art school
I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels
Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues
And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
Bitches, y'all stupid or something
What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing
Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face
If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste
I'm near anything pertaining to cake
Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face
Easy
Easy bitches, matter of fact bitches that go hard,
Cass' show these bitches how you built, grab your guns and bust off, my bitches
Yeah my mother****er, it's
Cassidy mother****er, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by the mother****er, sell it by the o
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like
Rudolf I grind on the strip so hard
I got blue bitches
I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off
That's how
I stay on my toes like my shoes off
You dudes are soft, really bitches like
Ra Paul When's it's war
I move out like
U-hauls I'm a true boss
I send eight bitches to the corner
My strip like a pool hall
And I ball like
I been in the sport
My trigger finger itching 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
Bitches
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.84][Styles] Ruff
[00:01.29]Ryder Three,
[00:01.83]Time for the younger generation to blow
[00:04.05]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nYou know I brought my niggas with me
[00:07.11]D-Block [Jae Hood]
[00:07.53]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nHey yo, it's jay hood nigga respect my bars
[00:11.13]The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage
[00:13.95]Mother****ers always talk breezy till the steel come out
[00:16.68]And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out
[00:19.17]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nMother****er you and **** your mans
[00:21.81]If I don't clap you in the dome
[00:22.95]I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm
[00:25.08]I'm the hood prophet
[00:26.22]Puff purple instead of chocolate
[00:27.90]Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip
[00:30.51]And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs
[00:32.97]With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine
[00:35.76]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nWhen you speaking of the hardest nigga
[00:38.46]Bring hood's name up
[00:38.85]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nD Block niggas, we about to have the game chained up
[00:41.73]My words too strong, bars too powerful
[00:44.37]And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you
[00:47.31]Your mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring
[00:49.86]And your whip was made that same year you was born in [Larceny]
[00:52.62]Listen man,
[00:53.07]Don't worry how many gats this crook has
[00:55.53]Just know
[00:56.28]I stay strapped like book bags
[00:57.87]Mother****ers is shook ass
[00:58.98]You just getting off the porch
[01:00.48]And me? I'm just getting off in court
[01:02.76]I could make sure your coffin bought
[01:04.65]Why would you mention a burner?
[01:05.97]There is a difference between rap and attempting to murder
[01:08.64]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nTalking the ****ing you living and the ****ing you heard of
[01:11.79]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nYou said ****
[01:13.98]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nLarceny? What is you crazy, nigga?
[01:16.68]Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips
[01:17.76]Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to
[01:20.16]The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heatcould do
[01:23.01]A respirator is what you'll be breathing through
[01:25.95]And you got beef with who that you need toast
[01:28.20]The closest you came to beef was meat loaf
[01:29.79]When we pose with bats and pea coats
[01:30.57]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nY'all niggas better be close [Cam]
[01:33.24]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nTo **** with
[01:35.43]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nCam, y'all niggas better hope and dream
[01:39.00]Every gun that
[01:39.96]I own got a scope and beam
[01:41.58]When I approach the things shake the dice, rook the team
[01:44.73]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nBest nigga on the east coast since
[01:47.94]Queen Latifiah, buyreefer, fly diva
[01:49.44]Ride deeper, four pound bump louder than five speaker
[01:52.95]Spit fire, hot lava flow
[01:55.11]Don't get twisted,
[01:56.19]I'm not one of them prada hoe's
[01:57.78]Catch me in
[01:58.50]Escada clothes, with a lot of dough
[02:00.39]That's not mine, it's his
[02:02.13]I need a lot more to live
[02:03.84]You got to get the king before the kid
[02:04.95]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nHow you think a nigga like me afford to live mother****ing? [Styles]
[02:09.36]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nThat's a bad mother****er, nigga you a bad ass mother****er,
[02:14.70]Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle by Ruff Ryders from the album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the\nIt's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these niggas [Lock]
[02:20.13]Hey look,
[02:20.46]I'm trying to sell mad gravy
[02:22.20]So I get birds from my crew and make
[02:23.94]Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
[02:26.01]You that crazy?
[02:26.85]Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells
[02:28.83]Your hand shake so much it shows up on the
[02:30.87]Richter scale
[02:31.56]I made the huskiest mother****ers look like they had sickle cell
[02:34.59]I don't just sell bricks, dog
[02:36.00]I got a mother****er for sale
[02:37.29]So let me find the mother****er that hates us a lot
[02:39.45]No coffin, he get buried in the refrigerator box
[02:42.27]God damn,
[02:43.05]I'm a hot man
[02:44.22]I'm telling you straight up,
[02:45.30]I got my weight up
[02:46.68]I'm calling my wrists
[02:47.37]Roxanne Cause if
[02:48.63]I wore it in a dark room
[02:50.28]You and your man would hate how
[02:51.66]I look animated like a cartoon
[02:53.55]Bottom line,
[02:54.42]I'm telling you that you ain't ****ing with me
[02:56.28]Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me
[02:59.25]I'm not a sucker, nor is any mother****er running with me
[03:01.89]And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty mother****ers [Rockstar]
[03:05.22]Lock and blocks the motto
[03:10.32]Got more slow than
[03:11.31]Dr. Zhivago
[03:12.33]Same mind state that makes a poem rock in
[03:14.46]Chicago But
[03:15.36]I don't get my gangster from movies
[03:17.28]I'm a rockstar, 5 star teles, running with gangsters andgroupies
[03:20.58]Come through and leave a voice sick
[03:22.56]Cause my S-type steers with a joystick
[03:25.41]I'm the heart in my era
[03:26.79]Listen, I lead an autistic life
[03:28.89]Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error
[03:31.65]My innate features, leave mother****ers dismayed, speechless
[03:34.59]And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
[03:36.99]I **** with old timers
[03:38.43]So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers
[03:41.76]Mother****ing hoe
[03:43.44]I spoil them
[03:43.98]Remember,
[03:44.25]I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballin
[03:46.92]The top dog, mother****e
[03:48.72]I'm the bear truth
[03:49.89]You want to get math?
[03:51.24]Bitches, I'm the mother****ing root
[03:52.68]The rockstar [Cassidy]
[03:53.88]I got mean stash
[03:54.90]You seen case get his thug on
[03:56.67]I strip my bitches and we get our hug on
[03:59.58]She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
[04:02.22]And dog, when you park your car, put your club on
[04:05.13]The next cat
[04:05.94]I put the snub on
[04:07.11]I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's withgloves on
[04:10.59]You love drawing, you should go to an art school
[04:13.14]I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels
[04:15.96]Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues
[04:18.75]And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
[04:21.39]Bitches, y'all stupid or something
[04:23.19]What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing
[04:26.67]Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face
[04:29.13]If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste
[04:32.07]I'm near anything pertaining to cake
[04:34.53]Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face
[04:37.86]Easy [Styles]
[04:38.94]Easy bitches, matter of fact bitches that go hard,
[04:43.83]Cass' show these bitches how you built, grab your guns and bust off, my bitches [Cassidy]
[04:49.02]Yeah my mother****er, it's
[04:49.74]Cassidy mother****er, get the name clear
[04:52.20]I'm what you lame steer got the game near
[04:54.72]Buy 'caine by the mother****er, sell it by the o
[04:57.78]I run through snow like a reindeer
[05:00.03]The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like
[05:01.95]Rudolf I grind on the strip so hard
[05:04.23]I got blue bitches
[05:05.61]I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off
[05:08.16]That's how
[05:08.58]I stay on my toes like my shoes off
[05:11.04]You dudes are soft, really bitches like
[05:12.99]Ra Paul When's it's war
[05:14.70]I move out like
[05:15.72]U-hauls I'm a true boss
[05:18.27]I send eight bitches to the corner
[05:20.28]My strip like a pool hall
[05:22.26]And I ball like
[05:23.13]I been in the sport
[05:24.06]My trigger finger itching like it got genital warts
[05:27.06]Don't play around with him boy (why's that)
[06:18.69]Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids
[06:30.33]Bitches