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J.D. f Mr. Black, R.O.C.

Three the Hard Way

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[JD]See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat manShit like this right hereI got my nigga Black for me, uhI got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uhAnd y`all know who the fuck I beAnd for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a jokeBut 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 knowWhile y`all stretch your mouth I stretch my doughAlso stretch the doors on my NavigatorsLong as the OlajuwonRock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith styleYou wanna get uh, oh here he is nowDot to the O caughted blow your shit downDot to the C you`re feelin` me now?Anyhow y`all niggaz can`t measure upI`m here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?Then I`mma blow these rounds out, wet ‘em upFor my dawgs like DMX who pound like KuruptAnd Snoopy in the club getting at the groupiesStash the uzi tonight flash the jewelryAnd just post up we can`t be touchedAll my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON`T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH)B-boy style hot like ticalFour, five cal, check into the profile of a killaSonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on theMicrophone and rock it please[Mr. Black]I`m make y`all niggaz feel the hit homieNone of y`all motherfuckers know meThree times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steelLay your shit down, clown I`m for realSpittin` Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whipI bring the pain to the game on the real tip what?Hittin` niggaz like JFKFor the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say?Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing offY`all motherfuckers shouldn`t be so softOh you type thug niggazFrump niggaz, yo I got no love niggazExpect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearseTell mama I`m about to break the button for the nurseniggaz don`t want it but they think they doAnd 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 ‘em put their hands up [All] I drop the beat on I cock the heat on I got this party niggaz We lock the street cornersRepeat 1[R.O.C.]Well it`s him again, the Timbaland lacerYou trembling in the faces, Detroit hates usTake us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelryLike Mr. AntarcticWatch our hands move regardless of the chartlessCock your automaticSo the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck upLet my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH)You don`t want NWK to get to yaSo you heard we make believers out of dreamersNow we make murder cases out of sleepersS to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y`all damnedO 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 mustStraight mangle motherfuckers when it`s time to bustLace flows with angel dust all up in your spotWe got no things with us, kind of dangerousDon`t fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught`Cause I`m label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh LordGetting down one more timeFor making motherfuckers who be out on the runI gotta get mine daily can`t let these motherfuckers fade meThat`s just the way my mama made meTop size rider from the get go, known to spit flowsAnd keep them niggaz on their tiptoesI goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesyI know you niggaz don`t remember meGot the flow poetic, and I stay diamond settedRunning over tracks like I`m Libyan, here`s the pastLabeled a pussy, cash see her bounceShaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounceWhat`s up with that? None of y`all niggaz can fuck with BlackMotherfucker 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 timeAnd ain`t no need in coming out if you ain`t gonna shineThat`s why I am why I am with mine and y`all sickWhile y`all keep it real we keep it richJust clowning, pounding, riding around inSome of the most elite shit to ever hit the townScreaming out how you like me now and I`m gettin busierI stay platinum while y`all get dizzierThe difference between y`all is I get `em out of their seatsAnd my balling techniques is out of your reachLive and direct from the Peach StateWhere we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes lacedWe never hit the breaks just continue to speedY`all don`t wanna fuck with me?

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