Pedro Lotto - All Star Freestyle (Bonus Track) lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Hahahahaha Ruff Ryder 3 Time for the younger generation to blow You know I brought my n***a with me.. D-Block [Verse 1: Jae Hood] Aiyyo, it's Jae Hood, b**h, respect my bars The doctors have to piece together your face like a collage n***as always talk greasy till the steel come out And slugs rip through they gums and their grill come out Motherf** you and f** your mans If I don't clap you in the dome I'mma leave clips in your diaphragm I'm the hood prophet, puff purple instead of chocolate Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip And I'mma stay on the corner like stop signs With a pack of them creamy colored rocks and the Glock 9 When you speaking of the hardest, n***a Bring Hood name up (Jae Hood) D-Block b**h -- we about to have the game chained up My words too strong, bars too powerful And your towel can't dry you when them dumdums shower you Y'all mad cuz y'all garbage and your lyrics is boring And your whip was made the same year that you was born in [Verse 2: Shiz Lansky] Listen man; don't worry bout how many gats this crook has.. (that's right) Just know I stay strapped like book bags b**h is shook a** You just getting off your porch And me? I'm just getting off in court I could make sure your coffin bought Why would you mention a burner? It's a difference between rappin and attempting a murder Talking the sh** you living and the sh** you heard of You said f** Larsiny? What is you crazy, b**h? Before you walk the streets, here's a few safety tips Watch who you speaking bout, and watch who you speakin to The cats you speak about'a show you what the heat could do A respirator is What you'll be breathing through And you got beef with who that you need toast? The closest you came to beef, was meatloaf When we post, with bats and P-coats Y'all n***as better be ghost [Verse 3: Keema] Yo, to f** with Keem, y'all b**hes better hope and dream Every gun that I own got a scope and beam When I a-pproach the scene, shake dice, rope ya team Best b**h on the East coast since Queen Latifah, buy reefer, fly diva Ride deeper, four-pound thump louder than five speakers Spit fire, hot lava flow Don't get twisted, not one of them Prada hoes Catch me in Escada clothes, with a lot of dough That's not mines -- it's his.. I need a lot more to live You gotta give to Keem before your kids How you think a b**h like me afford to live motherf**er? [Interlude: Styles P] Hahahahahaha That's a bad b**h.. Shiz you a bad a** n***a It's the younger generation..k**ing y'all... Lott... Get busy on these n***as [Verse 4: Lotto] Hey look, I'm trying to stack mad gravy So I get birds from my crew, and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady" You that crazy? Squeeze! I know you ain't spittin shells Your hand shake so much, it shows up on the Richter scale I made the huskiest n***as look like they had sickle cell.. I don't just sell bricks dog, I got a b**h for sale So let me find out there's a n***a hatin' Lott No coffin, he get buried in a refrigerator box God damn, I'm a hot man I'm tellin you straight up, I got my weight up Jacob, call my wrists Roxanne Cuz if I wore it in a dark room? You and your man'a hate it, I'mma look animated like a cartoon (bling!) Bottom line, I'm telling you that you ain't f**in wit me Hard, no body guards; you want a shot? Come and get me I'm not a s**er, nor any n***a runnin wit me And why y'all ballin on wheels, if they under fifty... n***a? [Verse 5: Rockstar] Lockin blocks the motto Got more slow than Dr. Zhivago Same mind state that made Capone boss of Chicago But I don't get my gangster from movies, I'm a Rockstar 5-star teles runnin gangstas on groupies Come through and leave a boy sick Cause my F-Type steers with a joystick I'm the heart in my era Listen, I lead a artistic life Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for error My innate features, leave n***as dismayed speechless And please don't mistake weakness for kindness I f** with old timers So don't make me forget that you real and catch Alzheimer's Motherf**in hoes, never I'll spoil them I'm known to break a b**h for reckless eyeballin The top, dog; n***a, I'm the bare truth You want to get math? Well, n***a, I'm the square root The Rockstar [Verse 6: Ca**idy] I got a mean stash, you seen Ca** get his thug on And strip my b**h; we kiss, and get our hug on She what I put d** on to get my grub on And dog, when you park your car? Put your Club on! The next cat I put the snub on? I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's wit gloves on! Y'all love drawin, y'all should go to a art school I get my club on with the glow-in-the-dark j**els Trees on my shoes, Polo and the dark blues And I spark tools that the po and the narcs use f**, is y'all stupid or somethin? What's the point in, pullin out your joint if you ain't shootin at nothin? Dude, frontin get you banged in the face.. (sure do) And if you have braces, then you know how the banger'a taste I'm wit anything pertainin to cake And I just copped the blue Lottman With the rectangular face... Easy [Interlude: Styles P] Easy n***as.. matter of fact... f** that, go hard.. Ca**', show these n***as how you built.. Grab your guns, bust off.. my n***a [Verse 7: Ca**idy] Yeah it's Ca**idy b**h, get the name clear I'm what you lames fear, got the game scared (uh-huh) I buy 'caine by the square, but sell it by the O I run through snow like a reindeer The coke heads nose red like Rudolph (true) I grind on the strip so hard, I got blue balls I'd rather knock a Q off, then get blew off (true) That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off You dudes soft, really b**hes like RuPaul When's it's war, I move out like U-Hauls I'm a true boss.. I send 8 balls to the corner My strip like a pool hall (ya heard dat) And I ball like I been in the sport My trigger finger itchin like it got genital warts Don't play around wit him, boy (why's that?) Cause Ca** is a pain in the a** like hemorrhoids f*ggot! [Outro: Styles P] Yeah yeah... it don't stop This is R3, young generation Showin y'all co*ks**ers what it's about When y'all get some young boys come talk to me We could do it any time any place; you know our style Get ready for R4, cuz we never stop, we still in the studio We in the studio right now Far as Holiday Styles goes, the Ghost, S.P., Paniro Well, you know... I'll be out soon A Gangster & A Gentleman, at a store near you co*ks**er If you find somebody who could do it better Introduce me to him so I can shake his hand Cuz you know, that's a gentleman thing to do Then I'mma flip to the gangster and shoot him in the head Cuz that's just my style You know... my sh**'a be the hardest sh** on the planet As a matter fact, followin this So, I suggest y'all stay tuned to Ruff Ryders cuz we will not stop There's a lot of co*ks**ers in this industry and game but.. There's a lot of co*ks**ers outside in the street, too If you on the street... Don't Snitch