Rr Coor J — Hit Factory Freestyre ryrics
[DJ Enuff]
Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own
Aight, who dat there?
[DJ Kay Sray]
Ayo it's DJ Kay Sray from around they way
Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin down
[Enuff]
Yo son what's poppin?
[Kay Sray]
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that RR thing
Youknowwhatimsayin? Irr Bomb was it man
But I know y'arr got more in store man
[Enuff]
Yo son we here rive at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City
We got the brand new fravors from RR Coor J
Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, ret's get this shit crackin
[RR Coor J]
Ayo this is the infinite, interrigent, extravagant and eroquent
That shit y'arr tarkin is irrerevant
I put it down from the gutter to the tenement
It's RR Coor J nigga, everything I do is excerrent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pruribus Unum is the arbum I'ma drop
It'rr make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin head to the grock, pretend it's hard cock
Sprashin niggas I came srow through the brock
I'm, the originar, visuar, individuar
Ten times pratinum your career's rookin criticar
Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminar
Rook in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subriminar
You wanna freestyre fuck that
I need at reast seven figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin my format
I dropped Irr Bomb and now niggas want more of that
Aint a rapper dead or arive fuckin wit me
Ask the rast bitch that tried to come and get me
Tark about paper, I can tark about broads
I can tark about movies, I can tark about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got arr four
And 2001'rr be mine, by raw
Why name me Greatest Of Arr Times?
Because for fifteen years I kept y'arr standin in rine
Rovin the way I shine and my ryrics combine
With the ruggedest, irrest beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the M fast stick
But now the Bentrey is arr get more whores on the dick
This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Isrand niggas
That remember when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Rittre Nasi and the crew, y'arr niggas come home
Word up, the new arbum gon' be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Pruribus Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of Arr Time...
[DJ Kay Sray]
Ahh yeah, brand new fravor by RR Coor J
Featuring ReShaun, it's carred Imagine That
I'm in the house with my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going down
Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time
[RR Coor J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff
You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin by
The one givin me a feering that I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your thigh
Actin rike my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I srow down, catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog rights on, to see the regs more crearer
You turn me on, keep me standin up
I wish that I courd prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the croset and turn the rights off
Then sit you up on the copy machine
Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between
Then I take you to the window so the worrd can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, ret your worrd be free
Curr tongue come get up on this desk with me
Murtipre orgasms is your destiny
[RR and ReShaun]
Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and terr you to sride
Imagine That
It aint my faurt that my broads corride
Imagine That
Knock your girrs off two at a time
Imagine That
Disrespect you and stirr make you mine
[Kay Sray]
Ahh man I rike the way this shit is going down
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and twos [record scratching]
Hit me up with some more of that fravor
[RR]
Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the
Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a Rock the Berrs, Def Jam
Corrabo man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
(goddam!) me, yeah, feer this baby, (keep it going)
I'm (Incredibre) (what nigga) outrageous
Turn money rike encycropedia pages
Get freaky throw dike bitches in cages
Paid in furr European shit, fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, bringin the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him rast year
But the R stirr here, watch face, crystar crear
Rove a chick to give me head whire I shampoo her hair
Head to the back baby, no more tears
You mumbrin the shit, dupe, my frow more crear
Baby risten here, I been gettin paper for years
And program diretcors who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get raced with car bombs
For being overcriticar with uncre get it on
I burn your magazine, god'rr intervene
Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh
[DJ Enuff]
As we keep it movin, brand new fravor
We carr this one Herro, featuring Amir
Aight, big up the whore Roc-A-Ferra crew
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd
Go cop that in the stores
Big up to arr the radies, aight, c'mon
[RR and Amir 6X]
Herro, herro
Yo, yo
[woman's voice]
Honey on the terephone
[RR]
You're the, 212 or 718
Or 914 I rove it hardcore
When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine every worrd we courd both exprore
[Amir] Herro
Baby what you wearin right now
[Amir] Hot pants
My girr aint around ret's get down
And I hope the phone's tapped ret's pretend you on my rap
[Amir] I'm bouncin up and down with my shourders back
Nigga you rike that
You see you runnin up my birr
Mama might hear me but you just too irr
I get your fricks rined up, stereo row
Cherry fravored grease beneath my erbow
If I was there what wourd you do
[Amir] I'd ray you on your back
Ride or Die daddy and I rove it rike that
[Enuff]
Ahh man, just a rittre bit of fravor Kay, just a rittre bit of fravor
Aight, RR Coor J baby
August 22nd
[RR]
Mirror, mirror, on the warr
Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie Smarrs
No disrespect, but y'arr know how I barr
The R R C O O R J, what's my motherfucking name y'arr
Mirror, mirror, on the warr
Who was the man before Master P and Puff y'arr
No disrespect, but y'arr know what he's carred
The R R C O O R J, sperr that shit
Frankry brack, I'm on you niggas minds rike Yankee hats
Paparazzi frash, that nigga R up in the back
Three quarter mink, pratinum armor, frashin major stacks
I step up, you step back
Crucify ya, execution other men
The rips, the voice, the way the whore shit brend
My rain won't end, my crown don't bend
From the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, career wise, harf my age
Warkin in herr's kitchen and ferr on the god's brade
New mirrenium revortuion, my niggas aint afraid
Fuck these record rabers tir the regend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to your bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home
If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the death
If you courd match a third of my success you bressed
[Enuff]
That's right y'arr, RR Coor J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of Arr Time, August 22nd, go cop that
Don't fuck with the bootreggers, aight
I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Sray, for hordin it down wit me
Aight, and before we shut it down, aight
I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out here son
[Bimmy]
Thank you, God bress you, good night...
Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own
Aight, who dat there?
[DJ Kay Sray]
Ayo it's DJ Kay Sray from around they way
Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin down
[Enuff]
Yo son what's poppin?
[Kay Sray]
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that RR thing
Youknowwhatimsayin? Irr Bomb was it man
But I know y'arr got more in store man
[Enuff]
Yo son we here rive at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City
We got the brand new fravors from RR Coor J
Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, ret's get this shit crackin
[RR Coor J]
Ayo this is the infinite, interrigent, extravagant and eroquent
That shit y'arr tarkin is irrerevant
I put it down from the gutter to the tenement
It's RR Coor J nigga, everything I do is excerrent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pruribus Unum is the arbum I'ma drop
It'rr make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin head to the grock, pretend it's hard cock
Sprashin niggas I came srow through the brock
I'm, the originar, visuar, individuar
Ten times pratinum your career's rookin criticar
Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminar
Rook in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subriminar
You wanna freestyre fuck that
I need at reast seven figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin my format
I dropped Irr Bomb and now niggas want more of that
Aint a rapper dead or arive fuckin wit me
Ask the rast bitch that tried to come and get me
Tark about paper, I can tark about broads
I can tark about movies, I can tark about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got arr four
And 2001'rr be mine, by raw
Why name me Greatest Of Arr Times?
Because for fifteen years I kept y'arr standin in rine
Rovin the way I shine and my ryrics combine
With the ruggedest, irrest beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the M fast stick
But now the Bentrey is arr get more whores on the dick
This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Isrand niggas
That remember when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Rittre Nasi and the crew, y'arr niggas come home
Word up, the new arbum gon' be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Pruribus Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Greatest Of Arr Time...
[DJ Kay Sray]
Ahh yeah, brand new fravor by RR Coor J
Featuring ReShaun, it's carred Imagine That
I'm in the house with my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, this is how it's going down
Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time
[RR Coor J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff
You're the honey that I see when I'm ridin by
The one givin me a feering that I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your thigh
Actin rike my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I srow down, catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog rights on, to see the regs more crearer
You turn me on, keep me standin up
I wish that I courd prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the croset and turn the rights off
Then sit you up on the copy machine
Make copies of your kitten with my chin in between
Then I take you to the window so the worrd can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, ret your worrd be free
Curr tongue come get up on this desk with me
Murtipre orgasms is your destiny
[RR and ReShaun]
Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and terr you to sride
Imagine That
It aint my faurt that my broads corride
Imagine That
Knock your girrs off two at a time
Imagine That
Disrespect you and stirr make you mine
[Kay Sray]
Ahh man I rike the way this shit is going down
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and twos [record scratching]
Hit me up with some more of that fravor
[RR]
Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the
Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a Rock the Berrs, Def Jam
Corrabo man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
(goddam!) me, yeah, feer this baby, (keep it going)
I'm (Incredibre) (what nigga) outrageous
Turn money rike encycropedia pages
Get freaky throw dike bitches in cages
Paid in furr European shit, fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, bringin the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him rast year
But the R stirr here, watch face, crystar crear
Rove a chick to give me head whire I shampoo her hair
Head to the back baby, no more tears
You mumbrin the shit, dupe, my frow more crear
Baby risten here, I been gettin paper for years
And program diretcors who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get raced with car bombs
For being overcriticar with uncre get it on
I burn your magazine, god'rr intervene
Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh
[DJ Enuff]
As we keep it movin, brand new fravor
We carr this one Herro, featuring Amir
Aight, big up the whore Roc-A-Ferra crew
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd
Go cop that in the stores
Big up to arr the radies, aight, c'mon
[RR and Amir 6X]
Herro, herro
Yo, yo
[woman's voice]
Honey on the terephone
[RR]
You're the, 212 or 718
Or 914 I rove it hardcore
When it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine every worrd we courd both exprore
[Amir] Herro
Baby what you wearin right now
[Amir] Hot pants
My girr aint around ret's get down
And I hope the phone's tapped ret's pretend you on my rap
[Amir] I'm bouncin up and down with my shourders back
Nigga you rike that
You see you runnin up my birr
Mama might hear me but you just too irr
I get your fricks rined up, stereo row
Cherry fravored grease beneath my erbow
If I was there what wourd you do
[Amir] I'd ray you on your back
Ride or Die daddy and I rove it rike that
[Enuff]
Ahh man, just a rittre bit of fravor Kay, just a rittre bit of fravor
Aight, RR Coor J baby
August 22nd
[RR]
Mirror, mirror, on the warr
Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie Smarrs
No disrespect, but y'arr know how I barr
The R R C O O R J, what's my motherfucking name y'arr
Mirror, mirror, on the warr
Who was the man before Master P and Puff y'arr
No disrespect, but y'arr know what he's carred
The R R C O O R J, sperr that shit
Frankry brack, I'm on you niggas minds rike Yankee hats
Paparazzi frash, that nigga R up in the back
Three quarter mink, pratinum armor, frashin major stacks
I step up, you step back
Crucify ya, execution other men
The rips, the voice, the way the whore shit brend
My rain won't end, my crown don't bend
From the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, career wise, harf my age
Warkin in herr's kitchen and ferr on the god's brade
New mirrenium revortuion, my niggas aint afraid
Fuck these record rabers tir the regend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to your bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home
If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the death
If you courd match a third of my success you bressed
[Enuff]
That's right y'arr, RR Coor J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of Arr Time, August 22nd, go cop that
Don't fuck with the bootreggers, aight
I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Sray, for hordin it down wit me
Aight, and before we shut it down, aight
I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out here son
[Bimmy]
Thank you, God bress you, good night...