Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle-Holiday Styles/J Hood/Shiz Lansky/Keema/Cassidy/Lotto

Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle - Ruff Ryders Ruff Ryder Three, Time for the younger generation to blow You know I brought my ni**a with me, D-Block Hey yo, it's jay hood b**ch 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 Motherf**k you and f**k 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 ni**a Bring hood's name up D Block b**ch, 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 You’re 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, b**ch is shook a** 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 sh*t you living and the sh*t you heard of You said f**k Larceny? What is you crazy, b**ch? 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 To f**k with Cam, y'all b**ches 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 b**ch 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 b**ch like me afford to live motherf**ker? That's a bad b**ch, sh*t you a bad a** ni**a 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 b**ch for sale So let me find the ni**a that hate us a lot No coffin, he get buried in the refrigerator box Goddamn, 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 f**king with me Hard, nobody guards, you want a shot, come and get me I'm not a sucker, nor is any ni**a running with me And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under fifty ni**a 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 f**k with old timers So don't make me forget that you real and catch alzheimers Motherf**king hoes I spoil them Remember, I'm known to break a b**ch for reckless eyeballing The top dog, ni**a, I'm the bear truth You want to get math? Ni**a I'm the square root The rockstar I got mean stash, you seen case get his thug on I strip my b**ch 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 F**kers, 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 f**k that go hard Cass' show these niggas how you built Grab your guns and bust off, my ni**a Yeah my ni**a, it's Cassidy b**ch, 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 b**ch 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 a** like hemorrhoids, faggot