All-Star Freestyle

Ruff Ryders

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    [Styles]
    Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to blow
    You know I brought my nigga with me
    D-Block

    [Jae Hood]
    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

    [Larceny]
    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 heatcould 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

    [Cam]
    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
    Latifiah, buyreefer, 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?

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    [Styles]
    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

    [Lock]
    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

    [Rockstar]
    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 rockstar, 5 star teles, running with gangsters andgroupies
    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 alzheimers
    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 rockstar

    [Cassidy]
    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 withgloves 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

    [Styles]
    Easy niggas, matter of fact fuck that go hard,
    Cass' show these niggas how you built,
    grab your guns and bust off, my nigga

    [Cassidy]
    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!

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