Three the Squad way lyrics

[Into: Ruste Juxx]
Yeah! My n*gga big Rock. What up?
Yeah! Ayo my homie Vinnie Paz. What up?
Yeah! Ruste Juxx n*gga
Check it out, check it out now

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
Whoever wrote your rhymes
Need to get blindfolded and shot in the head a few times (Ugh)
Kids get murdered over spittin' a wack bar
But still everybody want to be a rap star
The money, the fame, the lifestyle
Soundin' like 10 n*ggas in the game right now (Goddamn)
Same tracks, same tats, same cable
Same style, different city different label
They all bullsh*t and equal to one another
Copycattin' why you gotta sequel another brother?
Be original and stop di*k ridin'
A n*gga steal Juxx's style and you know Vic ridin'
Born in the streets of New York without a prayer
Peace to the President, Motherf*ck the mayor
Broke n*ggas be poppin' Sprite bottles
Ruste Juxx f*ckin' the Price is Right models, bang!

[Interlude: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah!
Hahahaha!
Pazienza. Alright look...
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
You can't know peace without knowin' a bomb
And you can't know Allah without knowin' Shatan
Anybody f*ck with Juxx gettin' grazed in the arm
'Cause the calico sub-machine stay in the palm
.38 under the seat, duffel bag is behind me
If I was you and you was me, I wouldn't try me
You f*ckin' with a pig better be a salami
'Cause I don't like pigs I will catch me a homi
Its big sh*t, carry me an M and its mean
I push a button and you drop like a vendin' machine
The pen is pristine, since '95 been on my Dīn
The AK turn your block to a cinema scene
I always have two b*tches that's a hammer and dime
And f*ckin' with me is jammin' on Shaq in his prime
You'll only f*ck with small money and I'm gamblin' dimes
I punch you in your face and its ambulance time, Yeah!

[Verse 3: Rock of Heltah Skeltah]
Back in the days when we was kids we used to act like we was older
Now n*ggas act like little kids and be grown ups (Shtupid)
Ass backwards and ass average
That's that sh*t, that'll have the trash, laugh n*ggas (f*ck outta here)
Do shtop n*gga you not no number one to motherfunker
Youngster get your crew popped though
You ain't a young buck, you's a dumb f*ck
Run up and get gun butted get all your gums bust
I ain't preachin' or teachin', I'm warnin' n*ggas
I outperform you n*ggas, plus I just got jokes on you n*ggas
Like, “How you really gonna stand there iceless?”
Talkin' all this, “you got all this ice sh*t.” - Priceless
I could go on for years with this as*h*le
To be like, "This skinny jean sh*t is gettin' outta control to me."
Homie you got b*tch manners, and your b*tch mannish
Don't nobody believe that your clique hammers, f*ck outta here!
[Scratches]
Be original and stop di*k ridin'
If I was you and you was me, I wouldn't try me
Everybody want to be a rap star
Be original and stop di*k ridin'