Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Bars of Crack , by - Ruff Ryders. Song from the album The Redemption Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.07.2005
Record label: Balboa
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Bars of Crack , by - Ruff Ryders. Song from the album The Redemption Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп100 Bars of Crack |
| See I’m a muthafuckin gangsta |
| A hundred bars of crack nigga |
| See I’m a muthafuckin gangsta |
| A hundred bars of crack nigga (*repeat 2X*) |
| Now when it comes to the flow I’m the best in the nation |
| For years now I sat back stressed and impatient |
| See I’m the real thing and ya’ll just imitations |
| Flashy Ruff Ryders next generation |
| I brody blocks and hustle the worst corners |
| I’m the reason feds place city limits and search boarders |
| I’m the reason fiends smoke and dust heads thirst water |
| And why most of these artists got dropped first quarter |
| And yeah I stay on the strip and no I ain’t got a minute |
| I’m in a rush I’m on my way to be rich |
| And I’m coming to the table with hits |
| Of course I’m on my job dogs |
| I’m on the same label as Kiss |
| I told niggas that I’m focused kid |
| And I let the sig soak your wig |
| Or let the knife go and poke your ribs I’m what a soldier is |
| I cops heavy then I’m getting rid of the weight like Oprah did |
| Niggas hate it when I drop the price |
| And fuck pay-per-view |
| I’m out in Vegas when I watch the fight |
| And my culture is the Hip Hop for life |
| And I don’t catch writers block |
| I goes to the block to write |
| Top of the charts I’m comin' to see ya |
| 'cause I’m lyrically sick and yeah the word play’s runnin a fever |
| And my team stay dumping them heaters |
| They’ll leave a shell in your top |
| And I ain’t talking bout the front of addidas |
| I’m talking hollows baby we fast to dump |
| Moxberg in ya mouth like a asthma pump |
| I’m goin' hard for this cash I want |
| That’s why I’m bout to finish up like half my album in half a month |
| Same time still supplying the kane |
| I treat the booth like I’m at the the firing range |
| Bulls-eye the side of your brain |
| And yea they might as well name me the Hank Gathers of rap |
| 'cause I’ma ball till I die in the game |
| These rap cats I’ll leave 'em all disgraced |
| I’ll have them all replaced |
| And yeah I expect them all to hate |
| And by the way I’m from the garden state |
| The same place we blow trees and rock tees with Bob Marley’s face |
| And we don’t watch ABC or NBC We strictly BET and smack DVD’s |
| And all we do is hustle hard so we can spend these G’s |
| And stretch coke like a sample on a MPC |
| I got a whole lot to prove right now |
| Even though there’s already a whole bunch of ya’ll that tried to use my style |
| When it comes to using the tool I’m foul |
| I named my hammer Rakim it ain’t no joke and it moves the crowd |
| And never mind how I make my wages |
| As long as God forgives I ain’t gotta be a reverend like Mase is |
| I’m steady tryin face my cases |
| And keep Fifth focused in Camden where the murder rates outrages |
| 'cause he that next nigga after me |
| And he’ll punch you in the face right after me |
| See I can get a nigga clapped for free |
| And make it drug related sprinkle around like half a key |
| Don’t pay attention what these gays may say |
| The games Double R’s now it’s no longer getting played they way |
| 'cause they don’t wanna see these AK’s spray |
| And medics pullin them sheets over they head like the KKK |
| If we don’t spray we givin cats buck fifty’s |
| And I don’t turn my back on my homies especially those who came up with me |
| I’m still the same flashy artist rap thing don’t switch me |
| I’m still drinking the same yak blowin that same old sticky |
| And yeah I’m still runnin these streets on my same old grizzly |
| And even though he’s dead and gone I still bang my Biggie |
| And even if I couldn’t dress I ain’t stay all jiggy |
| I’m still a flashy muthafucka in a plane old dickie |
| Damn right I’m getting cocky now |
| It’s just so many rap niggas runnin around with a copied style |
| And thats the reason why your stock goes down |
| And you gonna wind up having to live off your bitch like Bobby Brown |
| You see this Jersey villan will hurt your feelings |
| With the flow and the words he spilllin that’s worth some millions |
| The word play is perfect serving its purpose |
| I guarantee when I finally surface I’ll birth some children |
| Yeah niggas gonna be mc’in like Flashy but I’ll understand |
| Every son wants to be like his daddy |
| They see the way I breeze in the caddy |
| My swagger lets you see that I’m savy |
| I’m dressed to impress Evisu’s baggy |
| As far as labels go at least two had me |
| Before Ruff Ryders said he’s too nasty |
| And they some gangsta niggas with genuine love |
| They signed me and my advance was a burner and gloves |
| I’m on another level used to be a troubled felon |
| Mommy moved me to the 'burbs but I was to damn fuckin ghetto |
| And I was always stealing something from them fucking devils |
| 'cause pops always used to tell me never trust them devils |
| And all my niggas got fight game |
| And they don’t have feelings mufucka |
| You’ll be thinkin they like pain |
| We living too fast for the right lane |
| And we don’t need a beam or a scope |
| For us to shoot with a nice aim nigga |
| We them supertroopers quick to put them rugers to you |
| And we gettin paper you could tell by how the crew maneuver |
| Dee saw the vision for me like he knew the future |
| Guaranteed me I’ma be a couple million unit mover |
| Niggas know the reputation my camp holds |
| A hundred deep at the shows you how the camp roll |
| Worldwide respected all over the damn globe |
| Ruff Ryders we all in these streets like man holes nigga |
| And for those who think it’s all a act |
| I’m goin hard till this cash stack is as tall as Shaq |
| See I’m the reason why these other rappers fallin' back |
| Flashy nigga this track’s a wrap |
| A hundred bars of crack nigga |
| See I’m a muthafuckin gangsta |
| A hundred bars of crack nigga |
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