Ruff Ryders All-star Freestyle Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to blow 

You know I brought my nigga with me 

D-Block 

Hey yo, it's jay 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 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 shit you living and 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 things 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 twisted, I'm not one of them prada hoe'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, shit you a bad ass nigga, 

It's the younger generation, killing y'all, live, 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 hate us a lot 

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 

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, 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 rock star, 5 star tellies, running with gangsters and groupies 

Come through and leave a voice sick 

Cause my S-type steers with a joystick 

I'm the heart in my era 

Listen, I lead an autistic 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 Alzheimer's 

Motherfucking hoes I spoil them 

Remember, I'm known to break a bitch for reckless eyeballing 

The top dog, nigga, I'm the bear truth 

You want to get math? 

Nigga I'm the square root 

The rock star 

I got mean stash 

You seen case get his thug on 

I strip my bitch and we 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 

I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's with gloves on 

You 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 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 

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 my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear 

I'm what you lame steer got the game near 

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 blue off 

That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off 

You dudes are soft, really bitch 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!