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[Styles] Ruff |
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Ryder Three, |
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Time for the younger generation to blow |
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You know I brought my nigga with me |
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D-Block [Jae Hood] |
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Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch respect my bars |
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The doctors had to piece together your face like a collage |
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Niggas always talk breezy till the steel come out |
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And slugs rip through their gums and their grill come out |
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Motherfuck you and fuck your mans |
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If I don't clap you in the dome |
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I'm a leave clips in your diaphragm |
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I'm the hood prophet |
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Puff purple instead of chocolate |
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Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip |
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And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs |
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With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the glock nine |
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When you speaking of the hardest nigga |
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Bring hood's name up |
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D Block bitch, we about to have the game chained up |
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My words too strong, bars too powerful |
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And your towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you |
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Your mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring |
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And your whip was made that same year you was born in [Larceny] |
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Listen man, |
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Don't worry how many gats this crook has |
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Just know |
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I stay strapped like book bags |
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Bitch is shook ass |
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You just getting off the porch |
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And me? I'm just getting off in court |
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I could make sure your coffin bought |
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Why would you mention a burner? |
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There is a difference between rap and attempting to murder |
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Talking the shit you living and the shit you heard of |
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You said fuck |
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Larceny? What is you crazy, bitch? |
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Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips |
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Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to |
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The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heatcould do |
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A respirator is what you'll be breathing through |
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And you got beef with who that you need toast |
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The closest you came to beef was meat loaf |
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When we pose with bats and pea coats |
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Y'all niggas better be close [Cam] |
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To fuck with |
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Cam, y'all bitches better hope and dream |
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Every gun that |
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I own got a scope and beam |
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When I approach the things shake the dice, rook the team |
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Best bitch on the east coast since |
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Queen Latifiah, buyreefer, fly diva |
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Ride deeper, four pound bump louder than five speaker |
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Spit fire, hot lava flow |
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Don't get twisted, |
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I'm not one of them prada hoe's |
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Catch me in |
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Escada clothes, with a lot of dough |
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That's not mine, it's his |
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I need a lot more to live |
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You got to get the king before the kid |
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How you think a bitch like me afford to live motherfucker? [Styles] |
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That's a bad bitch, shit you a bad ass nigga, |
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It's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, get busy on these niggas [Lock] |
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Hey look, |
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I'm trying to sell mad gravy |
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So I get birds from my crew and make |
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Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady" |
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You that crazy? |
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Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells |
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Your hand shake so much it shows up on the |
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Richter scale |
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I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell |
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I don't just sell bricks, dog |
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I got a bitch for sale |
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So let me find the nigga that hate us a lot |
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No coffin, he get buried in the refrigerator box |
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God damn, |
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I'm a hot man |
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I'm telling you straight up, |
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I got my weight up |
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I'm calling my wrists |
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Roxanne Cause if |
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I wore it in a dark room |
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You and your man would hate how |
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I look animated like a cartoon |
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Bottom line, |
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I'm telling you that you ain't fucking with me |
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Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me |
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I'm not a sucker, nor is any nigga running with me |
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And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty nigga [Rockstar] |
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Lock and blocks the motto |
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Got more slow than |
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Dr. Zhivago |
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Same mind state that makes a poem rock in |
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Chicago But |
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I don't get my gangster from movies |
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I'm a rockstar, 5 star teles, running with gangsters andgroupies |
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Come through and leave a voice sick |
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Cause my S-type steers with a joystick |
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I'm the heart in my era |
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Listen, I lead an autistic life |
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Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error |
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My innate features, leave niggas dismayed, speechless |
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And please don't mistake weakness for kindness |
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I fuck with old timers |
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So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers |
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Motherfucking hoes |
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I spoil them |
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Remember, |
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I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballing |
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The top dog, nigga, |
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I'm the bear truth |
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You want to get math? |
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Nigga I'm the square root |
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The rockstar [Cassidy] |
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I got mean stash |
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You seen case get his thug on |
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I strip my bitch and we get our hug on |
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She what I put drugs on and get my grub on |
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And dog, when you park your car, put your club on |
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The next cat |
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I put the snub on |
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I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's withgloves on |
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You love drawing, you should go to an art school |
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I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels |
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Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues |
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And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use |
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Fuckers, y'all stupid or something |
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What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing |
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Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face |
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If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste |
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I'm near anything pertaining to cake |
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Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face |
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Easy [Styles] |
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Easy niggas, matter of fact fuck that go hard, |
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Cass' show these niggas how you built, grab your guns and bust off, my nigga [Cassidy] |
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Yeah my nigga, it's |
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Cassidy bitch, get the name clear |
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I'm what you lame steer got the game near |
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Buy 'caine by the square, sell it by the o |
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I run through snow like a reindeer |
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The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like |
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Rudolf I grind on the strip so hard |
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I got blue balls |
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I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off |
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That's how |
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I stay on my toes like my shoes off |
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You dudes are soft, really bitch like |
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Ra Paul When's it's war |
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I move out like |
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U-hauls I'm a true boss |
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I send eight balls to the corner |
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My strip like a pool hall |
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And I ball like |
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I been in the sport |
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My trigger finger itching like it got genital warts |
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Don't play around with him boy (why's that) |
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Cause Cass is a pain in the ass like hemorrhoids |
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Faggot! |
