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Jermaine Dupri( Jermaine Dupri Mauldin )
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Three The Hard Way (Featuring MR. Black & R.O.C.)
Lyricist:David Blake, Jermaine Dupri, Rahman Griffin, Altorre Randolph, David Walker
See Quick, I told you man, once we get a beat man Shit like this right here I got my nigga Black for me, uh I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh
And y'all know who the fuck I be And for a long time, I think niggaz been taking so so Def for a joke But I guess that's why we rich And y'all niggaz broke
Y'all got one chance to flow, I let y'all know While y'all stretch your mouth, I stretch my dough Also stretch the doors on my Navigators Long as the Olajuwon
Rock mine, a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style You wanna get, uh, oh, here he is now Dot to the O caughted, blow your shit down Dot to the C, you're feelin' me now?
Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up? Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up For my dawgs 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 niggaz say, 'What we don't give a fuckâ€
B-boy style, hot like tical Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the Microphone and rock it please
I'm make y'all niggaz feel the heat homie None of y'all motherfuckers know me Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y. All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
Lay your shit down, clown, I'm for real Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what? Hittin' niggaz just like JFK
For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say? Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft Oh, you too type thug niggaz, you'll be so called
Frump niggaz, yo, I got no love, niggaz Expect the worse, yo, check it, can make you see the hearse Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse Niggaz don't want it but they think they do And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who?
You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club Well, I know another way to make 'em put their hands up I drop the beat on, I cock the heat on I got this party niggaz, we lock the street corners
You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club Well, I know another way to make 'em put their hands up Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I drop the beat on, I cock the heat on I got this party niggaz, we lock the street corners
Well it come again, the Timbaland lacer You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry Like Mr. Antarctic
Watch an artist, move regardless of the chartless Cock your automatic So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up Let my crew do this, uh, like this niggaz 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 motherfuckers, O to the S to the y'all damned O to the D to the E F uck you 'cause we buck you Y'all niggaz can't touch us
Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust Lace flows with angel dust, all up in your spot We got no things with us, kind of dangerous
Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught 'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , oh, Lord Getting down one more time For making motherfuckers, who out on the run
I gotta get mine daily, can't let these motherfuckers fade me That's just the way my mama made me Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes
I goes to the extremity blind with weed and Hennessey I know you niggaz don't remember me Got the flow poetic and I stay diamond setted Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past
Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black Motherfucker where's your focus at? JD, my mellow my ace, get on the mic and come rock, please
Nigga, I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time And ain't no need in coming out, if you ain't gonna 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 to ever hit the town Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin' busier I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier
The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats And my balling techniques is out of your reach Live and direct from the Peach State Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced We never hit the breaks, just continue to speed, stay in the lead Y'all don't wanna fuck with me?
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