Three the Hard Way (Explicit) - Jermaine Dupri/Mr. Black/R.O.C.

Written by：Jermaine Dupri/DJ Quik/Mr. Black/Rahman Griffin/DJ Quikfor 2 Quik Productions

See quick

I told you man once we get a beat man

Sh*t like this right here

I got my ni**a black for me uh

I got my ni**a roc for me uh

And y'all know who the f**k 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

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 want to get uh oh here he is now

Dot to the o caughted blow your sh*t down

Dot to the see 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 âem 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 f**k uh

Be 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 niggaz feel the hit homie

None of y'all motherf**kers know me

Three times a niggaz like tony

All up in your spot like navy seals wave your steel

Lay your sh*t 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 motherf**kers shouldn't be so soft

Oh you type thug niggaz

You be so call 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 f**k with me

And my crew who

You know I'm gonna make them dance when

I step in the club

Well I know another way to make âem put their hands up

I drop the beat on

I cock the heat on

I got this party niggaz

We lock the street corners

You know I'm gonna make them dance when

I step in the club

Well I know another way to make âem put their hands up

I drop the beat on

I cock the heat on

I got this party niggaz

We lock the street corners

Well it's him again the timbaland lacer

You trembling in the faces detroit hates us

Take us come smooth the hard sh*t 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 f**k 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 motherf**kers o to the s to the y'all d*mned

O to the d to the e f**k you

'cause we buck you

Y'all niggaz can't touch us

Assume my position

'cause papermaking's a must

Straight mangle motherf**kers 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**k 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**kers who be out on the run

I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherf**kers 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 w**d 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 p**sy cash see her bounce

Shaking moving waiting sipping the ounce

What's up with that none of

Y'all niggaz can f**k with black

Motherf**ker where's your focus at

JD my mellow my ace

Get on the mic and come rock please

Ni**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*t 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

You stay live I don't want to f**k with me