Ruff Ryders - Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle lyrics
[Ruff Ryders - Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle lyrics]
Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga with me d-Block
Hey yo, it's Jae 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
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 your 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 rapping
And attempting to murder
Talking the shit you living and talking
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 heat could 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
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 scene shake the dice
Rook the team
Best bitch on the east coast since Queen
Latifah, buy reefer, fly diva ride deeper
Four pound bump louder than five speaker
Spit fire, hot lava flow
Don't get it twisted
I'm not one of them Prada ho'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?
That's a bad bitch, Shiz you a bad ass
Nigga, It's the younger generation
Killing y'all, Lock
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 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 hating Lock
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, jacob
Call my wrists Roxanne
Cause if I wore it in a dark room
You and your man would hate it
I'mma 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
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 and groupies
Come through and leave a voice sick
Cause my F-type steers with a joystick
I'm the heart in my era
Listen, I lead an artistic life
Paint pictures with my actions
Ain't no margin for error
My innate features, leave niggas dismayed
Speechless and please don't mistake
Weakness for kindness i fuck with old timers
So don't make me forget that
You real and catch Alzheimers
Motherfucking hoes never I spoil them
Remember, I'm known to break a
Bitch for reckless eyeballing
The top dog, nigga, I'm the bare truth
You want to get math?
Nigga I'm the square root the Rockstar
I got mean stash
You seen Cass get his thug on
Strip my bitch, we kiss and 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
Ima clap the gat till it get too hot
And that's with gloves on
Y'all 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
Fuckers, y'all stupid or something
What's the point in pulling out 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
And Just copped the blue lighting
With the rectangular face easy
Easy niggas, matter of fact fuck that go hard
Cass' show these niggas how you built
Grab your guns and bust off, my nigga
Yeah it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game scared
Buy 'caine by the square, 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 balls
I'd rather knock a q off then get blew 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 balls 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 faggot!