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Jermaine Dupri

Genres: Hip-Hop

Three The Hard Way Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

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

Shit like this right here 

I got my nigga Black for me, uh 

I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh 

And y'all know who the fuck 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 shit 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 â??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 niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (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 motherfuckers know me 

Three times a niggaz 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' 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 motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft 

Oh you type thug niggaz 

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 fuck 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 â??em 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 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 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 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 niggaz 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 niggaz on their tiptoes 

I goes to the extremity blind with weed 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 pussy, cash see her bounce 

Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce 

What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black 

Motherfucker where's your focus at? 

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

 

Nigga 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 want to fuck with me? 

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