R-Three

R-Three - The Golden Center

Boom bashwake upI set it off right

Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night

You can call me r&b homeyswhich stands for rough brother

Word to my grandmother

I buck you in the head just to let ya know

Stick you for ya doughspit on the flo’

Drag it out of yabring it on

I smack him back downyo dope word is bond

I know you want a piece of the champ

But you roll too weakyou couldn’t make it in my camp

You thought I went for the flip

But I’m bustin’ off hip-hop clip after clip

I kept you out thereripped you for your wear

Jump inside your videobust you with a chair

Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack

Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I’ll run it back

Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack

Click click boomstop dead in your tracks

Stick the steel in your mouth

Buck buck buck buck bucklights out

[chorus]

(I’m comin’)

How ya comin’ baby?

(I’m comin’)

This is how I’m comin’

The album that I’m comin’ with is roughthe flavor’s mean

(ooooh) kickin’ you for real in the guillatine

Fourteen shots to your dome kid

I’m doin’ time in the game like a bid

Movin’ rhymes like a package

So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged

Shootin’lickin’bustin’sprayin’all of that

And then somedead dead deadone by one

Never step to a real man

’cause your rhymes only work on a playground program

They impress your little friendsbring you a little ends

But you still you gotta ride in your mans benz

Word to hip-hopI’m a blast ya

Gotta set you on fire ’cause I gassed ya

Boomblowbatmanbangpow

Unh (what) unh (what)that’s the way it’s goin’ down

My new album ain’t no joke

You wanna take me outhow many bunch ya smoke?

I’ll never slack againI’m off the job like the mob

Heyno prob’many solvedon the knobmake ’em soft drob

What you gotta deal with is realmade of steel

You can feel it comin’burnin’buildin’flowin’ like an eel

Movin’killin’breakin’servin’ you just like a meal

Take off your clothes and taste the steel

[chorus]

Check baby

Rockabye baby on the roof top

Open up your mouth and taste my gallot

When your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall

Down will come the monkeybannana clip and all

Splat (buck buck buck) it’s all over wit’

Another plan o.d.’ed over my war hit

The way I’m workin’ and jerkin’ and hurtin’ brothers converted

Non-beleivers get murdered’cause I waffle birded

Get your face out the billcatch the thrill

Carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill

The thought of you gettin’ scared turns me on

Like my first telivision with my backup tip hard

So where’s your mouth kid? where’s your heart shorty?

It’s all overcash your chips incrack a forty

You look thirstyyou ain’t gettin’ no mercy mercy

And ain’t no way that you can rehearse for me

Murder I wrotemurder I wroteis what I figure

It’s in my toteit’s in my toteso I pull the trigger

Put up your womenyour cribyour speakers

Your dogyour catyour crateyour speakers

Your sisteryour auntyour crewyour knicks

Got ’em booin’ all you mother rappers who think that’s too tough

Bam bamhere’s a hit you wish you had

A hit that makes you mada hit that makes you slap your dad

Dead dead deadkill deadkill dead

Try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head

I pull your fileclick

I know you’re good to styleblow

Livin’ wildwhen it’s come to this I never smile

What did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?

Obey your mommabe on your best behavior

It’s never endin’ and I am recommendin’

You put your name as brendan

I see y’all that is blendin’

The message that I’m sendin’

Is there ain’t no pretendin’

Get in the trunkbuy the albumhere I’m endin’

This is how I’m comin’

How ya comin’ baby?

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