Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanna Play Ruff, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Wanna Play Ruff |
| Verse One: |
| Yo, the Lord is my shepard |
| The sword is my weapon |
| Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle |
| Shoes been scuffled, blood’s been shed, another Mother loses a son |
| 'cause where I’m from the young chooses a gun |
| Before they choose an education |
| But once dead their ain’t no awakenin' |
| So like once said, life ain’t for fakin |
| Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? |
| Fuck waitin' |
| Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation |
| Everything in position, they’d rather be fuckin' wit' Satan |
| When I aim I ain’t missin', master of assasination' |
| I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo |
| Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth |
| Is this the truth? |
| This is what we do, sip a brew |
| Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM |
| As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em |
| You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin' |
| Chorus — Okay, you wanna play rough?! |
| (gun shots) (scratching — a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X |
| Okay yo, we could play rough! |
| Verse Two: |
| Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough? |
| Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck |
| I ain’t order cable, why in the fuck these niggas |
| Ducked in they seat? |
| are they lookin' for me? |
| But I ain’t do shit, could it be that niggas thought |
| I slept like B.I.G. |
| and Pac did |
| May they rest in peace, but while I’m alive I pop shit |
| P-11 Glock spits 17 shot clips |
| Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is |
| Pull the strap from under the seat |
| Back up in the street |
| Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep |
| Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat |
| Empty every shell in their direction |
| Its you, I should’ve guessed it! |
| Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you |
| Now I’m’a take you off here, you dont know what you got into |
| Verse Three: |
| Walked in his house, smackin' him up, «what you talkin' about?» |
| he said |
| Shut-up nigga! |
| knocked him in his head with chrome |
| Never thought I’d be in his home |
| With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone |
| Fuckin' with me, you should’ve known |
| I’ll have 'em write «stupid nigga» on your tombstone |
| What money can do, get you hit for less than a G |
| For threatenin' me |
| I’m’a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free |
| Killin' you niggas with nothin' |
| Left him dead, engine runnin' |
| You the only I’m makin' sure that gets whats comin' |
| Look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault |
| They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it |
| But before I let you have it I’m searchin' your crib |
| For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live |
| Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back |
| I’ll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac |
| Niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that? |
| Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats |
| Gettin' even’s never wrong, its only right to react |
| Eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback |
| Somebody kncokin', who dat? |
| «a cop man», let him in |
| And give that mothafucka one under the chin |
| Can’t believe this nigga down with the Feds! |
| The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead |
| Dont explain, I put the pound on his head |
| Blew 'em! |
| before that I can’t remember the last time I said… |
| Okay, so we gonna play rough! |