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Shyheim - The Rugged Onez lyrics
f/ June Lova, Prophet, Quasi "Here comes the rugged one" --> CL Smooth 4X [Prophet] Well I'm that ill shitty kid They call the Prof Nitty kid I'm one muthafuckin ill crazy inner city kid (What!) Step the fuck back then relax Rough is on a full scale attack black Huh, I'm packin a full metal jacket A bat, 21 guns and a hatchet What's that? Some ill shit kid you can't match it Don't even try to meet it cause you can't fuckin catch it (Aww fuck!) Baby you're shit outta luck Cause I'm crazy, maybe it's best that you duck Got the shit I can't hide, some call it animos It burns deep inside and that's how I get heated When I see the likes of you that's the only time I need it Remember last meetin, I left my knuckles bleedin Now my palms are bloody cause I'm countin blood money That I rob from your man in the land of milk and honey You can't do me none son when I smoke my Meth I feel no pain, no death, so what the fuck is left You see me meditate well then you see me in my home Way deep inside my dome that's the place where I roam Where knowledge and the wisdom, understandin of the lord Is stored, if you're lured everybody grab your sword If I live by the sword then I die by the sword I'll die by the sword I swear to the fuckin lord Cause I'm takin niggas out like you never saw See my sword is my tongue that's how I get the job done I still grab my gun cause I'm a fuckin rugged one Chorus 2X: We came to rock (What) We came to rip (What) And with the rugged styles yo bust the way we flip it [Shyheim] Now here we go again another brother catchin heart Ain't that some shit I gotta rip him apart Too many MCs fake funk claimin raw You better hit floors soon as I declare war Comin straight at cha, better run quick from a click That's sick with a bunch of lunatics For those who slept I want your rep wanna bet Today'll be your day of regret Cause the Rugged Child is comin to town To find a whole ground that can get beat down Huh, how you like me now I get down for my crown With a fat sound that shakes from the underground [June Lova] Bringin ruckus to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fast Try to test me, buck buck buck on that ass I don't fake none When I pull out I'm down to take one's life I'm trife so watch what you say son Just came from up north catchin flashbacks Brothers doin that same old shit I planned on chillin when I got home But now it's like I'm all alone cause everybody's playin Al Capone No one to stay positive with Everybody's sellin drugs and all that good shit So I parlay on the forcin tip The studio is where you'll find me just like back in 1990 But Joe, everywhere I go is like June how you been Sorry I couldn't come to see you when you were in Yeah, my man save all that bullshit Cause if you really cared you wouldn'ta came to see a nigga quit Word is bond, that's how I kicked it No disrespect intended, don't get offended I had to learn the hard way that there is no friends How many of us have them When shit gets real everybody's on the run So niggas watch a back, here I come, here I come Chorus 4X [Quasi] It was a cold day in hell when they all heard the word Everybody's eyes swelled and all the heads turned It went "The ill killer and the shitty Prof Nitty Was fuckin blowin up spots all over the city" And everybody cheered "There a party over here!" Tryin to get our attention, but really need I mention That my mind was set upon a most highest intention For me to praise his name that's the reason why I came That's the muthafuckin name so don't ask the same question twice Like who's the muthafuckin real Christ I already told ya once I'm too fuckin nice So I'll tell you again, it's Allah see who decend From the root of David to the line of Solomon All the way down to the muthafuckin end so uhh You and your friends just get on down I ain't talkin about dancin, face the fuckin ground Hands upon your head kid do as I said Kid it's too late you're dead, good fuckin riddance And if I get bagged I'ma do the life sentence So I'm out on a lam, don't tell em where I am Even though I got the hearts and the smarts To rip the shit to shambles Just like the Huns and the vandals Yo I'm the one more souped up than Campbells Why? Cause I got the gats good and plenty For the 1-2-2 you and the 120 So go and bring your crew if you wanna get done By the true and the Wu, cause here come the rugged onez Chorus 4X Sample 4X |
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