
Date of issue: 01.06.2003
Song language: English
Ruffest Niggaz Out |
We the ruffest niggas out whomp |
Toughest killers out whomp |
(Fiend) |
It’s the bloodshed causer starter |
Ash to ash, behind a single quarter |
My nasty ex has got your stench, slinging a little longer |
Mind sweating like they wetting up my California |
With no regretting I dealt with him after he was in a coma |
Jones a tear your head off before he let off |
Slack on niggas uh uh bust a u, I’m goin back on niggas |
We don’t believe going court or trial |
But we standing for the news lady, straight in denial |
Pimpin' this is how it’s done, light weighted hand |
Will never run, never see our face same time as the sun |
And my bullets don’t hum, they bite |
And my survivors don’t talk, they fight |
You got your rockets with ya |
Cause the same killers that can rock it with ya |
Will remove your shoes and sock it to ya |
I could prophet with ya, or chop your sister |
Just keep it in mind, ya ever plot with this nigga |
(Juicy J) |
Only the strong survive my nig |
That shit is always real |
Surrounded by crossers everyday |
That’s why I pack my steel |
It ain’t my attitude my mama always kept telling me |
It just some shit all people get that we call jealousy |
You see this industry, the stress will make you cock and blast |
I guess the cheese and all the hoes came way in too fast |
Who said the fame will make you happy |
Cars, women and wealth |
Sometimes I get so fuckin stressed, I think bout killing myself |
I’m drinking crown liquor, feeling like I’m down nigga |
I’ll smoke a pound with ya, even if it’s brown sticka |
It’s like I’m messed up, I’m trying to hide the pressure |
You wanna test us, you better put your vest up |
It’s lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up |
I put this four-five to your dome, my nigga guess what |
It’s just a second away before I play to Mexico |
Don’t be fucking with them niggas or the good dope |
(D.J. Paul) |
Them sett’s is throwed up |
A bitch nigga straight throwed up |
Cause we bowed up, an slice his head like some cold cuts |
His click froze up, no anti-freeze tween they shoulders |
I thought they bolder, they march in club like some soldiers |
They should’ve told ya, now ass whooping’s all I owe ya |
I beat a bitch a whole green mile, up off that doja |
Just to say I showed ya, the Head Bussaz don’t play |
Two weeks later you feel a beat down delay |
Kicking an ass or two, that’s what the hell we do |
You don’t like how we living, well Fuck You! |
This is a click, that won’t quit, the longer you talk |
The longer we gone shoot up some shit |
Quick to smoke up some shit, quick to oot up some shit |
Quick to sip up some shit, quick to gangbang your bitch |
And treat every nigga like a ho, like a ho cause |
If a nigga can breathe, a nigga will cross you dope |
Name | Year |
---|---|
U See We Poe (Screwed) | 2003 |
Crown Me | 2003 |
Where They Hang | 2003 |
U See We Poe | 2003 |
Head Bussaz | 2003 |
Smoke If U Got It | 2003 |
Gone Be Sum Shit | 2003 |
That's How It Happen To'm | 2003 |