Three Hard Way
Mr. Black; R.O.C.
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See Quick, I told you man let's get a beat man
Shit like this one right here
I got my nigga Black with me
I got my nigga Rock with me
And y'all know who the fuck I be
For a long time I think niggas been taking So So Def for a joke
But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggas broke
Y'all got one chance to flow I'll let y'all know
While y'all stretch y'all mouths I stretch my dough
Also stretch the doors on my Navigators
Long after Ol' Olajuwon
Rock mines a phenomenon Mr. Smith style
You wanted the uh oh here he is now
Dot to the O cock and blow your shit down
Dot to the C you feeling me now
Anyhow y'all niggas can't measure up
I'm here to get my cheddar and whoever mess it up
Then I'ma blow these rounds out wet 'em up
For my dogs like DMX who pound like Kurupt
And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies
Stash the Uzi tonight flash the jewelry
And just post up we can't be touched
All my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Uh B-boy style identical four five caliber
Check the profile of a killer
Sunny Black my mellow my ace player
Get on the microphone and rock the place
I make y'all niggas feel the heat homie
None of y'all motherfuckers know me
Three times a nigga like Tony
Pull up in your spot like the Navy Seals
Waving steel lay your shit down clown
I'm for real spinning clips for chips
Pipe bombs in your whip
I bring the pain to game on a real tip what
Hitting niggas up like JFK
With pounds in the bricks and yeah hear what I say
Squeezing off just to mash and reason off
Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft
Old school type thugs niggas
Y'all be so-called drug niggas
Yo I got no love niggas
Expect the worst protect your neck or see the hearse
Your mom about to call me press the button for the nurse
Niggas don't want it but they claim they do
So you should have never fucked with me and my crew
You know I'm known to make 'em dance when I step in the club
Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
I drop the beat on 'em I cock the heat on 'em
I got these party niggas we lock the street corners
You know I'm known to make 'em dance when I step in the club
Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
I drop the beat on 'em I cock the heat on 'em
I got these party niggas we lock the street corners
Well it's him again the Timberland lacer
You trembling the faces Detroit acres
Takers come smooth to hard shit
Rock jewelry like Mr. Antarctic
Rocks and artists who regardless of the chart list
Cock the automatic so the safest
Thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
Let my crew do this uh
Like this nigga from the bricks and uh
You don't want NWK to get to ya
So you heard we make believers out of dreamers
Now we make murder cases out of sleepers
S to the motherfucking O to the
S to the goddamn O to the
D to the E-F up ya
'Cause we fuck ya y'all niggas can't touch us
Assume my position 'cause paper making's a must
Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust
Lace flows with angel dust
Pull up in your spot we got them thangs with us
Kinda dangerous don't fuck around and get caught
In a world of all suckers I'ma label you bitch
As my man Too Short ooh lawd
Break it down one more time
For the money making motherfuckers who out on the grind
I gotta get mine daily
Can't let these motherfuckers fade me
That's just the way my mama made me
Southside rider from the get go
Known to spit flows
And keep y'all niggas on your tiptoes I go
To the extremity blind off sipping Hennessy
I know y'all niggas gon' remember me
Got the potent poetic and I stay down to set it
Running over tracks like Olivia's peers that pass
Paper the pussy cash counts to the pounds
So you move your weight and barely see you in the aisles
What's up with that
Yeah none of y'all niggas fuck with Black
Motherfucker where them duckets at
Uh JD my mellow my ace
Come on get on the mic and go rock the place
Nigga I feel like why you gon' come if you ain't on time
It ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gon' shine
That's why I am like I am with mine and y'all sick
While y'all keep it real we keep it rich
Just clowning pounding riding around in
Some of the most elite shit that ever hit the town and
Screaming how you like me now and
I'm getting busier I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier
The difference between me and y'all is I get 'em out of they seats
And my balling techniques is out of your reach
And I been direct from the Peach State
Where we make hits eat grits with steak and homes with lakes
Never hit the brakes just continue to speed
And you stay in the lead if y'all don't wanna fuck with me