Three the Hard Way Lyrics
| Song | Three the Hard Way |
| Artist | Jermaine Dupri |
| Album | Life in 1472 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| See quick, i told you man once we get a beat man | |
| Shit like this right here | |
| I got my nigga black for me, uh | |
| I got my nigga r.o.c. for me, uh | |
| And y'all know who the fuck i be | |
| And for a long time i think niggaz been taking so so def for a joke | |
| But i guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke | |
| [r.o.c.] | |
| Y'all got one chance to flow i let y'all know | |
| While y'all stretch your mouth i stretch my dough | |
| Also stretch the doors on my navigators | |
| Long as the olajuwon | |
| Rock mine a phenomenon mr. smith style | |
| You wanna get uh, oh here he is now | |
| Dot to the o caughted blow your shit down | |
| Dot to the c you're feelin' me now? | |
| Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up | |
| I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up? | |
| Then i'mma blow these rounds out, wet m up | |
| For my dawgs like dmx who pound like kurupt | |
| And snoopy in the club getting at the groupies | |
| Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry | |
| And just post up we can't be touched | |
| All my niggaz say, "what we don't give a fuck"! (uh) | |
| B-boy style hot like tical | |
| Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa | |
| Sonny black my mellow, my ace playa get on the | |
| Microphone and rock it please | |
| [mr. black] | |
| I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie | |
| None of y'all motherfuckers know me | |
| Three times a niggaz like t.o.n.y. | |
| All up in your spot like navy seals, wave your steel | |
| Lay your shit down, clown i'm for real | |
| Spittin' crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip | |
| I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what? | |
| Hittin' niggaz like jfk | |
| For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what i say? | |
| Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off | |
| Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft | |
| Oh you type thug niggaz | |
| Frump niggaz, yo i got no love niggaz | |
| Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse | |
| Tell mama i'm about to break the button for the nurse | |
| Niggaz don't want it but they think they do | |
| And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who? | |
| 1 - [jd] | |
| You know i'm gonna make them dance when i step in the club | |
| [r.o.c.] | |
| Well i know another way to make m put their hands up | |
| [all] | |
| I drop the beat on | |
| I cock the heat on | |
| I got this party niggaz | |
| We lock the street corners | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| [r.o.c.] | |
| Well it's him again, the timbaland lacer | |
| You trembling in the faces, detroit hates us | |
| Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry | |
| Like mr. antarctic | |
| Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless | |
| Cock your automatic | |
| So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up | |
| Let my crew do this (uh) like this niggaz from the bricks and (uh) | |
| You don't want nwk to get to ya | |
| So you heard we make believers out of dreamers | |
| Now we make murder cases out of sleepers | |
| S to the motherfuckers o to the s to the y'all damned | |
| O to the d to the e f-uck you 'cause we buck you, | |
| Y'all niggaz cant touch us | |
| [mr. black] | |
| Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must | |
| Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust | |
| Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot | |
| We got no things with us, kind of dangerous | |
| Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught | |
| 'cause i'm label your bills and my man too $hort , ooh lord | |
| Getting down one more time | |
| For making motherfuckers who be out on the run | |
| I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me | |
| That's just the way my mama made me | |
| Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows | |
| And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes | |
| I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy | |
| I know you niggaz don't remember me | |
| Got the flow poetic, and i stay diamond setted | |
| Running over tracks like i'm libyan, here's the past | |
| Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce | |
| Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce | |
| What's up with that? none of y'all niggaz can fuck with black | |
| Motherfucker where's your focus at? | |
| Jd my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please | |
| [jd] | |
| Nigga i feel like why you gon come if ain't on time | |
| And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine | |
| That's why i am why i am with mine and y'all sick | |
| While y'all keep it real we keep it rich | |
| Just clowning, pounding, riding around in | |
| Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town | |
| Screaming out how you like me now and i'm gettin busier | |
| I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier | |
| The difference between y'all is i get 'em out of their seats | |
| And my balling techniques is out of your reach | |
| Live and direct from the peach state | |
| Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced | |
| We never hit the breaks just continue to speed | |
| Y'all don't wanna fuck with me? |
| See quick, i told you man once we get a beat man | |
| Shit like this right here | |
| I got my nigga black for me, uh | |
| I got my nigga r. o. c. for me, uh | |
| And y' all know who the fuck i be | |
| And for a long time i think niggaz been taking so so def for a joke | |
| But i guess that' s why we rich and y' all niggaz is broke | |
| r. o. c. | |
| Y' all got one chance to flow i let y' all know | |
| While y' all stretch your mouth i stretch my dough | |
| Also stretch the doors on my navigators | |
| Long as the olajuwon | |
| Rock mine a phenomenon mr. smith style | |
| You wanna get uh, oh here he is now | |
| Dot to the o caughted blow your shit down | |
| Dot to the c you' re feelin' me now? | |
| Anyhow y' all niggaz can' t measure up | |
| I' m here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up? | |
| Then i' mma blow these rounds out, wet m up | |
| For my dawgs like dmx who pound like kurupt | |
| And snoopy in the club getting at the groupies | |
| Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry | |
| And just post up we can' t be touched | |
| All my niggaz say, " what we don' t give a fuck"! uh | |
| Bboy style hot like tical | |
| Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa | |
| Sonny black my mellow, my ace playa get on the | |
| Microphone and rock it please | |
| mr. black | |
| I' m make y' all niggaz feel the hit homie | |
| None of y' all motherfuckers know me | |
| Three times a niggaz like t. o. n. y. | |
| All up in your spot like navy seals, wave your steel | |
| Lay your shit down, clown i' m for real | |
| Spittin' crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip | |
| I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what? | |
| Hittin' niggaz like jfk | |
| For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what i say? | |
| Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off | |
| Y' all motherfuckers shouldn' t be so soft | |
| Oh you type thug niggaz | |
| Frump niggaz, yo i got no love niggaz | |
| Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse | |
| Tell mama i' m about to break the button for the nurse | |
| Niggaz don' t want it but they think they do | |
| And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who? | |
| 1 jd | |
| You know i' m gonna make them dance when i step in the club | |
| r. o. c. | |
| Well i know another way to make m put their hands up | |
| all | |
| I drop the beat on | |
| I cock the heat on | |
| I got this party niggaz | |
| We lock the street corners | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| r. o. c. | |
| Well it' s him again, the timbaland lacer | |
| You trembling in the faces, detroit hates us | |
| Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry | |
| Like mr. antarctic | |
| Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless | |
| Cock your automatic | |
| So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up | |
| Let my crew do this uh like this niggaz from the bricks and uh | |
| You don' t want nwk to get to ya | |
| So you heard we make believers out of dreamers | |
| Now we make murder cases out of sleepers | |
| S to the motherfuckers o to the s to the y' all damned | |
| O to the d to the e fuck you ' cause we buck you, | |
| Y' all niggaz cant touch us | |
| mr. black | |
| Assume my position ' cause papermaking' s a must | |
| Straight mangle motherfuckers when it' s time to bust | |
| Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot | |
| We got no things with us, kind of dangerous | |
| Don' t fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught | |
| ' cause i' m label your bills and my man too hort , ooh lord | |
| Getting down one more time | |
| For making motherfuckers who be out on the run | |
| I gotta get mine daily can' t let these motherfuckers fade me | |
| That' s just the way my mama made me | |
| Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows | |
| And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes | |
| I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy | |
| I know you niggaz don' t remember me | |
| Got the flow poetic, and i stay diamond setted | |
| Running over tracks like i' m libyan, here' s the past | |
| Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce | |
| Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce | |
| What' s up with that? none of y' all niggaz can fuck with black | |
| Motherfucker where' s your focus at? | |
| Jd my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please | |
| jd | |
| Nigga i feel like why you gon come if ain' t on time | |
| And ain' t no need in coming out if you ain' t gonna shine | |
| That' s why i am why i am with mine and y' all sick | |
| While y' all keep it real we keep it rich | |
| Just clowning, pounding, riding around in | |
| Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town | |
| Screaming out how you like me now and i' m gettin busier | |
| I stay platinum while y' all get dizzier | |
| The difference between y' all is i get ' em out of their seats | |
| And my balling techniques is out of your reach | |
| Live and direct from the peach state | |
| Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced | |
| We never hit the breaks just continue to speed | |
| Y' all don' t wanna fuck with me? |
| See quick, i told you man once we get a beat man | |
| Shit like this right here | |
| I got my nigga black for me, uh | |
| I got my nigga r. o. c. for me, uh | |
| And y' all know who the fuck i be | |
| And for a long time i think niggaz been taking so so def for a joke | |
| But i guess that' s why we rich and y' all niggaz is broke | |
| r. o. c. | |
| Y' all got one chance to flow i let y' all know | |
| While y' all stretch your mouth i stretch my dough | |
| Also stretch the doors on my navigators | |
| Long as the olajuwon | |
| Rock mine a phenomenon mr. smith style | |
| You wanna get uh, oh here he is now | |
| Dot to the o caughted blow your shit down | |
| Dot to the c you' re feelin' me now? | |
| Anyhow y' all niggaz can' t measure up | |
| I' m here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up? | |
| Then i' mma blow these rounds out, wet m up | |
| For my dawgs like dmx who pound like kurupt | |
| And snoopy in the club getting at the groupies | |
| Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry | |
| And just post up we can' t be touched | |
| All my niggaz say, " what we don' t give a fuck"! uh | |
| Bboy style hot like tical | |
| Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa | |
| Sonny black my mellow, my ace playa get on the | |
| Microphone and rock it please | |
| mr. black | |
| I' m make y' all niggaz feel the hit homie | |
| None of y' all motherfuckers know me | |
| Three times a niggaz like t. o. n. y. | |
| All up in your spot like navy seals, wave your steel | |
| Lay your shit down, clown i' m for real | |
| Spittin' crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip | |
| I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what? | |
| Hittin' niggaz like jfk | |
| For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what i say? | |
| Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off | |
| Y' all motherfuckers shouldn' t be so soft | |
| Oh you type thug niggaz | |
| Frump niggaz, yo i got no love niggaz | |
| Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse | |
| Tell mama i' m about to break the button for the nurse | |
| Niggaz don' t want it but they think they do | |
| And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who? | |
| 1 jd | |
| You know i' m gonna make them dance when i step in the club | |
| r. o. c. | |
| Well i know another way to make m put their hands up | |
| all | |
| I drop the beat on | |
| I cock the heat on | |
| I got this party niggaz | |
| We lock the street corners | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| r. o. c. | |
| Well it' s him again, the timbaland lacer | |
| You trembling in the faces, detroit hates us | |
| Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry | |
| Like mr. antarctic | |
| Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless | |
| Cock your automatic | |
| So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up | |
| Let my crew do this uh like this niggaz from the bricks and uh | |
| You don' t want nwk to get to ya | |
| So you heard we make believers out of dreamers | |
| Now we make murder cases out of sleepers | |
| S to the motherfuckers o to the s to the y' all damned | |
| O to the d to the e fuck you ' cause we buck you, | |
| Y' all niggaz cant touch us | |
| mr. black | |
| Assume my position ' cause papermaking' s a must | |
| Straight mangle motherfuckers when it' s time to bust | |
| Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot | |
| We got no things with us, kind of dangerous | |
| Don' t fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught | |
| ' cause i' m label your bills and my man too hort , ooh lord | |
| Getting down one more time | |
| For making motherfuckers who be out on the run | |
| I gotta get mine daily can' t let these motherfuckers fade me | |
| That' s just the way my mama made me | |
| Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows | |
| And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes | |
| I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy | |
| I know you niggaz don' t remember me | |
| Got the flow poetic, and i stay diamond setted | |
| Running over tracks like i' m libyan, here' s the past | |
| Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce | |
| Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce | |
| What' s up with that? none of y' all niggaz can fuck with black | |
| Motherfucker where' s your focus at? | |
| Jd my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please | |
| jd | |
| Nigga i feel like why you gon come if ain' t on time | |
| And ain' t no need in coming out if you ain' t gonna shine | |
| That' s why i am why i am with mine and y' all sick | |
| While y' all keep it real we keep it rich | |
| Just clowning, pounding, riding around in | |
| Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town | |
| Screaming out how you like me now and i' m gettin busier | |
| I stay platinum while y' all get dizzier | |
| The difference between y' all is i get ' em out of their seats | |
| And my balling techniques is out of your reach | |
| Live and direct from the peach state | |
| Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced | |
| We never hit the breaks just continue to speed | |
| Y' all don' t wanna fuck with me? |
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