Ruste Juxx - Three the Squad way lyrics

[Into: Ruste Juxx] Yeah! My n***a big Rock, what up! Yeah! Ayo my homie Vinnie Paz, what up! Yeah! Ruste Juxx n***a Check it out, check it out now [Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] Whoever wrote your rhymes Need to get blindfolded and shot in the head a few times(Ugh) Kids get murdered over spittin' a wack bar But still everybody want to be a rap star The money, the fame, the lifestyle Soundin' like 10 n***as in the game right now(Goddamn) Same tracks, same tats, same cable Same style, different city different label They all bullsh** and equal to one another Copycattin' why you gotta sequel another brother? Be original and stop dick ridin' A n***a steal Juxx's style and you know Vic's ridin' Born in the streets of New York without a prayer Peace to the President, Motherf** the mayor Broke n***as be poppin' Sprite bottles Ruste Juxx f**in' the Price is Right models, bang! [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah! Hahahaha! Pazienza Alright look You can't know peace without knowin' a bomb And you can't know Allah without knowin' Shatan Anybody f** with Juxx gettin' grazed in the arm Cause the calico submachine stay in the palm .38 under the seat, duffle bag is behind me If I was you and you was me, I wouldn't try me You f**in' with a pig better be a salami Cause I don't like pigs I will catch me a homi Its big sh**, carry me an M and its mean I push a bu*ton and you drop like a vending machine The pen is pristine, since 95' been on my Dīn The AK turn your block to a cinema scene I always have two b**hes that's a hammer and dime And f**in' with me is like jammin' on Shaq in his prime You'll only f** with small money and I'm gamblin' dimes I punch you in your face and its ambulance time. Yeah! [Verse 3: Rock of Heltah Skeltah] Back in the day when we was kids we used to act like we was older Now n***as act like little kids and be grown ups(Shtupid) Ass backwards and a** average That's that sh** that'll have the trash, laugh n***as(f** outta here) Do shtop n***a you not no number one to motherfunker Youngster get your crew popped though You ain't a young buck, you's a dumb f** Run up and get gun bu*ted get all your gums bust I ain't preachin' or teachin', I'm warnin' n***as I outperform you n***as, plus I just got jokes on you n***as Like, “How you really gonna stand there iceless?” Talkin' all this, “you got all this ice sh**.” Priceless I could go on for years with this a**hole To be like,” This skinny jean sh** is gettin' outta control to me.” Homie you got b**h manners, and your b**h mannish Don't nobody believe that your clique hammers, f** outta here! [Scratches:] Be original and stop dick ridin' If I was you and you was me, I wouldn't try me Everybody want to be a rap star Be original and stop dick ridin'