Vinnie Paz, Ruste Juxx, Heltah Skeltah - Three the Squad way lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Ruste Juxx, Heltah Skeltah - Three the Squad way lyrics]
Yeah! My nigga big Rock what up?
Yeah! Ayo my homie Vinnie Paz what up?
Yeah! Ruste Juxx nigga
Check it out, check it out now
Whoever wrote your rhymes
Need to get blindfolded and shot in
The head a few times (Ugh)
Kids get murdered over spittin' a wack bar
But still everybody want to be a rap star
The money, the fame, the lifestyle
Soundin' like 10 niggas in
The game right now (Goddamn)
Same tracks, same tats, same cable
Same style, different city different label
They all bullshit and equal to one another
Copycattin' why you gotta
Sequel another brother?
Be original and stop dick ridin'
A nigga steal Juxx's style and
You know Vic ridin'
Born in the streets of New
York without a prayer
Peace to the President, Motherfuck the mayor
Broke niggas be poppin' Sprite bottles
Ruste Juxx fuckin' the Price
Is Right models, bang!
Yeah! Ha ha haha!
Pazienza alright look
You can't know peace without knowin' a bomb
And you can't know Allah
Without knowin' Shatan
Anybody fuck with Juxx gettin'
Grazed in the arm
'Cause the calico sub machine
Stay in the palm
38 under the seat, duffel bag is behind me
If I was you and you was me
I wouldn't try me
You fuckin' with a pig better be a salami
'Cause I don't like pigs I
Will catch me a homi
Its big shit, carry me an M and it's mean
I push a button and you
Drop like a vendin' machine
The pen is pristine
Since '95 been on my Dīn
The AK turn your block to a cinema scene
I always have two bitches that's
A hammer and dime
And fuckin' with me is jammin'
On Shaq in his prime
You'll only fuck with small money
And I'm gamblin' dimes
I punch you in your face
And it's ambulance time, yeah!
Back in the days when we was kids we
Used to act like we was older
Now niggas act like little kids
And be grown ups (Shtupid)
Ass backwards and ass average
That's that shit, that'll have the trash
Laugh niggas (Fuck outta here)
Do shtop nigga you not no
Number one to motherfunker
Youngster get your crew popped though
You ain't a young buck, you's a dumb fuck
Run up and get gun butted
Get all your gums bust
I ain't preachin' or teachin'
I'm warnin' niggas
I outperform you niggas
Plus I just got jokes on you niggas
Like, "How you really gonna
Stand there iceless?" talkin' all this
"you got all this ice shit" - Priceless
I could go on for years with this asshole
To be like
"This skinny jean shit is gettin'
Outta control to me"
Homie you got bitch manners
And your bitch mannish
Don't nobody believe that
Your clique hammers, fuck outta here!
Be original and stop dick ridin'
If I was you and you was me
I wouldn't try me
Everybody want to be a rap star
Be original and stop dick ridin'
Yeah! Ayo my homie Vinnie Paz what up?
Yeah! Ruste Juxx nigga
Check it out, check it out now
Whoever wrote your rhymes
Need to get blindfolded and shot in
The head a few times (Ugh)
Kids get murdered over spittin' a wack bar
But still everybody want to be a rap star
The money, the fame, the lifestyle
Soundin' like 10 niggas in
The game right now (Goddamn)
Same tracks, same tats, same cable
Same style, different city different label
They all bullshit and equal to one another
Copycattin' why you gotta
Sequel another brother?
Be original and stop dick ridin'
A nigga steal Juxx's style and
You know Vic ridin'
Born in the streets of New
York without a prayer
Peace to the President, Motherfuck the mayor
Broke niggas be poppin' Sprite bottles
Ruste Juxx fuckin' the Price
Is Right models, bang!
Yeah! Ha ha haha!
Pazienza alright look
You can't know peace without knowin' a bomb
And you can't know Allah
Without knowin' Shatan
Anybody fuck with Juxx gettin'
Grazed in the arm
'Cause the calico sub machine
Stay in the palm
38 under the seat, duffel bag is behind me
If I was you and you was me
I wouldn't try me
You fuckin' with a pig better be a salami
'Cause I don't like pigs I
Will catch me a homi
Its big shit, carry me an M and it's mean
I push a button and you
Drop like a vendin' machine
The pen is pristine
Since '95 been on my Dīn
The AK turn your block to a cinema scene
I always have two bitches that's
A hammer and dime
And fuckin' with me is jammin'
On Shaq in his prime
You'll only fuck with small money
And I'm gamblin' dimes
I punch you in your face
And it's ambulance time, yeah!
Back in the days when we was kids we
Used to act like we was older
Now niggas act like little kids
And be grown ups (Shtupid)
Ass backwards and ass average
That's that shit, that'll have the trash
Laugh niggas (Fuck outta here)
Do shtop nigga you not no
Number one to motherfunker
Youngster get your crew popped though
You ain't a young buck, you's a dumb fuck
Run up and get gun butted
Get all your gums bust
I ain't preachin' or teachin'
I'm warnin' niggas
I outperform you niggas
Plus I just got jokes on you niggas
Like, "How you really gonna
Stand there iceless?" talkin' all this
"you got all this ice shit" - Priceless
I could go on for years with this asshole
To be like
"This skinny jean shit is gettin'
Outta control to me"
Homie you got bitch manners
And your bitch mannish
Don't nobody believe that
Your clique hammers, fuck outta here!
Be original and stop dick ridin'
If I was you and you was me
I wouldn't try me
Everybody want to be a rap star
Be original and stop dick ridin'