Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pure Uncut, artist - 8Ball.
Date of issue: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |