Dj Quik - Three the Hard Way lyrics

[JD] See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man sh** like this right here I got my n***a Black for me, uh I got my n***a R.O.C. for me, uh And y'all know who the f** I be And for a long time I think n***as been taking So So Def for a joke But I guess that's why we rich and y'all n***as 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 sh** down Dot to the C you're feelin' me now? Anyhow y'all n***as 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 j**elry And just post up we can't be touched All my n***as say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A fu*k"! (UH) B-boy style hot like tical Four, five cal, check into the profile of a k**a Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the Microphone and rock it please [Mr. Black] I'm make y'all n***as feel the hit homie None of y'all motherf**ers know me Three times a n***as like T.O.N.Y All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel Lay your sh** 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' n***as like JFK For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say? Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off Y'all motherf**ers shouldn't be so soft Oh you type thug n***as Frump n***as, yo I got no love n***as Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse Tell mama I'm about to break the bu*ton for the nurse n***as don't want it but they think they do And soldiers should never f** 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 co*k the heat on I got this party n***as 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 sh**, rock j**elry Like Mr. Antarctic Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless co*k your automatic So the safest thing for you to do is shut the f** up Let my crew do this (UH) like this n***as 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 motherf**ers 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 n***as can't touch us [Mr. Black] Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must Straight mangle motherf**ers 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 f** 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 motherf**ers who be out on the run I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherf**ers 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 n***as on their tiptoes I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy I know you n***as 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 p**y, cash see her bounce Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce What's up with that? None of y'all n***as can f** with Black Motherf**er where's your focus at? JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please [JD] n***a 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 sh** 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 f** with me?