Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Bars of Crack, artist - Ruff Ryders. Album song The Redemption Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2005
Record label: Balboa
Song language: English
100 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 |