Three the Hard Way (feat. Mr. Black & R.O.C.)

See Quik, I told you man once we get a beat man

Shit like this right here

I got my **** Black for me, uh

I got my **** R.O.C. for me, uh

And y'all know who the fuck I be

And for a long time I think **** been taking So So Def for a joke

But I guess that's why we rich and y'all **** is 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 **** can't measure up

I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?

Then I'ma 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 **** 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

I'm make y'all **** feel the hit homie

None of y'all motherfuckers know me

Three times a **** 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' **** 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 ****

Frump ****, yo I got no love ****

Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse

Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse

**** 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

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 ****

We lock the street corners

Repeat 1

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 **** 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 **** 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 , 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 **** on their tiptoes

I goes to the extremity blind with weed and Hennessy

I know you **** 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 **** can fuck with Black

Motherfucker where's your focus at?

JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please

**** 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?