Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pure Uncut , by - 8Ball. Release date: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pure Uncut , by - 8Ball. Pure Uncut |
| AHHHHHH! |
| I kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem, |
| down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball, |
| understand I gotta plan, to get me some green, |
| I stay in cruise like control, but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand, |
| now watch me shake this bitch up, like the dice games, |
| see I’m always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left an right |
| lanes, |
| different day same shit, I ain’t playin bitch, |
| niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see, |
| you can get wit this, or you can get wit that, |
| you probably won’t get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz |
| at, |
| it’s a real deal bitch, the real shit, there’s no gimmiks, |
| Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. |
| Verse 2-(Buk) |
| Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die, |
| cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside, |
| run it nigga nut wit yo five, |
| I like to lease shit it’s gettin leathal an I, |
| you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt, |
| drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work, |
| make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy, |
| adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys, |
| can’t waste no time, it’s first of my life an money, |
| now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???, |
| gotta let you know that it’s a cuttin up, |
| an if you don’t hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you |
| hadn’t stuttered. |
| Verse 3-(Mystikal) |
| Slow down, they see me an say, THAT’S HIM, |
| that’s that bastard, |
| an as soon as you start runnin up like it’s hurtin ya, |
| it’s when I fuck ya fasta, |
| don’t really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have |
| to, |
| shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards, |
| y’all already know where we at this is Suave House, it’s like my house, |
| an if you ain’t down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out, |
| y’all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out, |
| sparks poppin from the ground it’s commin out my mouth, |
| bitch don’t get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it, |
| or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business, |
| we don’t give a fuck about nothin, we untouched, |
| one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut. |
| Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8) |
| (Eightball) |
| Real playaz, |
| wit nothin but this uncut, |
| (Master P) |
| Down south fake hataz get tossed up. |
| (Eightball) |
| Ain’t No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust, |
| world wide wit this pure uncut. |
| UGHH! |
| Verse 4-(Pysde) |
| Here goes this potioness vocaless, |
| wit the motion of locus, |
| an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus, |
| the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands, |
| the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in project housin, |
| towels that ring-out, givin up on y’all boy, |
| y’all don’t need to be fuckin wit moi boy, |
| No Limit an Suave boy or I boy, |
| you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than you, |
| some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is, |
| a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???, |
| ignorant mutha fuckaz that will get high an talk from ???, |
| inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess who after me, |
| the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me. |
| Verse 5-(Master P) |
| UGHHH! |
| Chasin houses ride wit me, |
| real niggaz an bitches get high wit me, |
| I live the life of a No Limit soldier, |
| I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya, |
| but we all about our piz-aper, |
| that’s why I jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper, |
| so handle bizze at the biz-house, |
| it’s all about No Limit an that… Suave House, |
| gettin paid for the diz-ounds, |
| worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds, |
| so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!, |
| get rowdy, get bout it. |
| Verse 6-(Eightball) |
| Who is it? |
| Big Ball payin a visit, |
| don’t miss my exhibit, nigga I’m about to rip it, apart, |
| startin wit yo heart, we ain’t hard shit, |
| dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit, |
| an foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit, |
| the Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit, |
| niggaz fear it cuz we strong an we black on, |
| green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone, |
| tornados flows, blow away my foes, |
| hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes, |
| Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama, |
| in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut. |
| (Chorus Eightball an Master P’s x2) |
| (Suave House, No Limit soldiers x16) |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: 8Ball
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Mystikal
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Master P
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Silkk The Shocker