Three The Hard Way Lyrics by Jermaine Dupri

Three The Hard Way Lyrics

    [jd]
    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 is broke

    [r.o.c.]
    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 fuck"! (uh)
    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

    [mr. black]
    I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit 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 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 type thug niggaz
    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?

    1 - [jd]
    You know i'm gonna make them dance when i step in the club
    [r.o.c.]
    Well i know another way to make ‘em put their hands up
    [all]
    I drop the beat on
    I cock the heat on
    I got this party niggaz
    We lock the street corners

    Repeat 1

    [r.o.c.]
    Well it's him 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 our hands 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 cant touch us

    [mr. black]
    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 , ooh lord
    Getting down one more time
    For making motherfuckers who be 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 hennesy
    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

    [jd]
    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 why 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
    Y'all don't wanna fuck with me?

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