- Song Name: Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle [*]
- Artist Name: Ruff Ryders
- Album: Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust
- Songwriters: Anthony Fields, Joshua Hood, Michael Dowell, Sean M Lassiter
- Release Date: 2001.12.04
- Label: Interscope Records
LYRICS FOR "Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle [*]"
Ruff Ryder Three Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga with me
D-Block
Hey yo
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 f*** 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 b****
My words too strong
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
Just know I stay strapped like book bags
B**** is shook ass
You just getting off the 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 rap and attempting to murder
Talking the s*** you living and the s*** you heard of
You said f*** Larceny?
What is you crazy
Before you walk the streets
Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to
The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heatcould do
A respirator is what you'll be breathing through
And you got b*** with who that you need toast
The closest you came to b*** was meat loaf
When we pose with bats and pea coats
Y'all niggas better be close
To f*** with Cam
Every gun that I own got a scope and beam
When I approach the things shake the dice
Best b**** on the east coast since Queen
Latifiah
Ride deeper
Spit fire
Don't get twisted
Catch me in Escada clothes
That's not mine
I need a lot more to live
You got to get the king before the kid
How you think a b**** like me afford to live m***********?
That's a bad b**** s*** you a bad ass nigga It's the younger generation Killing y'all live
Get busy on these niggas
Hey look
So I get birds from my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
You that crazy? Squeeze
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
So let me find the nigga that hate us a lot
No coffin
God damn
I'm telling you straight up
I'm calling my wrists Roxanne
Cause if I wore it in a dark room
You and your man would hate how I look animated like a cartoon
Bottom line
Hard
I'm not a sucker
And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty
Nigga
Lock and blocks the motto
Got more slow than Dr
Same mind state that makes a poem rock in Chicago
But I don't get my gangster from movies
I'm a rockstar
Come through and leave a voice sick
Cause my S-type steers with a joystick
I'm the heart in my era
Listen
Paint pictures with my actions
My innate features
And please don't mistake weakness for kindness
I f*** with old timers
So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers
Motherfucking hoes I spoil them
Remember
The top dog
You want to get math?
Nigga I'm the square root
The rockstar
I got mean stash
You seen case get his thug on
I strip my b**** and we get our hug on
She what I put drugs on and get my grub on
And dog
The next cat I put the snub on
I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot
You love drawing
I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels
Trees in my shoes
And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use
F******
What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing
Dude
If you have braces then you know how the banger will taste
I'm near anything pertaining to cake
Just copped the blue lighting with the rectangular face
Easy
Easy niggas matter of fact f*** that go hard
Cass' show these niggas how you built
Grab your guns and bust off my nigga
Yeah my nigga
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by the square
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cool kid
I grind on the strip so hard I got blue balls
I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off
That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off
You dudes are soft
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
F*****
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