Smoke DZA - 3 The Hardway lyrics

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Smoke DZA - 3 The Hardway lyrics

[Intro:] My n***a Young Roddy, S P The Ghost Jet Life D-Block You already know [Verse 1: Styles P] n***a you lookin' at Kiza Söze, Zips on Deck, Bricks on deck and Rose' The young Jet , the old G Spend on smoke what these n***as spend on for the whole Key Low key,or High key Drop a piano on your head if you try me Or Young Roddy fly in the Maserati Or the fleet with grow hand for the best look The work move faster then Russell Westbrook Kevin Durant on the dope stamp My n***as pot heads ,but we the most in I ain't the swag champ, I'm the Lo champ Come and light it up with the smoke champ D-Block Jet Life you know both camps I get it in and I get it out Pitcher money to me I hit it out [Verse 2: Young Roddy] I started smoken' heavy cause times was gettin' Harder Step brother ?? he left me a revolver Welcome to me city land of the less fortun Glenwood Apartment Aka the Carter Where they dont through ?? they through crosses Last name Spalding Aka I'm Ballin' Us against the world, f** them n***as we a problem So s**y free s**a n***as pay extortion Hold on video had rocks in my pocket Linked up with Dza got a plug up that Sour Hooked up with Styles now I'm good out in Yonkers Good in any hood I don't need a Co- signer My girl on that MOLLY me I'm on the Chronic Tra 1st and D-Block , real n***as mobbin' Bet somebody hamma round this b**h got a body Went from no bottles into bein' a role model [Verse 3: Smoke Dza] Righhht Hit my n***a Rout with Dour I been that n***as since n***as da Eddie Bauer A couple days I ran through a 1/4 pounder Now I'm rolling up some Harlem shake no Baauer Smell a stench that will wake the whole crowd up Smokers Club client Founder Run around Harlem on some Mayor sh** n***a prob let the AR spit On the block he do the Grave Yard shift Stay on it like clock work We don't prolong we pop first Put him out like he pops perks Shout out to my dogs Three way call from behind the wall My little homies straped like we goin' to war Like f** it mystery goin' to get me out in the morn' Come out with Packs like crack of dawn Save your profit n***a weather the storm keep hustlin DZA...