| It’s the Ak that rock that freaky beats
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| Staying on the job like them niggas home from work release
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| I hear rappers talk like they’re the hardest
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| Well, I be in jails trying to get bails to come over from the real murder
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| charges
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| I put you in a hearse, kid
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| Rock with vanity virgins so fuck her right in the rhyme without the cursive
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| Huh, I get illy ripping this shit like a villy
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| You fish ass niggas, you best go free Willy
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| I recite paragraphs that’ll razor label rappers who bite
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| So I can rip it from their ass to their appetite
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| You not ready for this y’all, nope
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| You silly dopes know that I cut your throats like Stacy Lattisaw
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| Rugged Man
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| (Cause we was up in the prison, prison, prison
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| Up in the prison
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| Rugged Man, what the fuck is going on?
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| Come on, word bond)
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| What the fuck?
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| (Rugged Man, what the fuck?)
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| What the fuck?
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| (Akinyele, what the fuck?)
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| What the fuck?
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| (Rugged Man, what the fuck?)
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| Is going on?
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| (Up in the prison, prison)
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| What the fuck?
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| (What the fuck?
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| What the fuck?
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| (Up in the prison, prison)
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| What the fuck is going on?
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| (Up in the prison, prison)
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| Yo, down with my man Akinyele, rock well east in L. I
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| I know the spot well, when we die we go to Valhalla, not hell
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| We vikings, see the way I trill, spit the real shit, don’t care about selling
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| That’s how shit is, I don’t need shit, remix
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| Larry Holmes, 81 inches, that’s what the reach is
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| Eat this, lay down, face down, stay down, way down
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| It’s too late now, you ain’t safe now
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| It’s getting crowded as Auschwitz
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| You fuck without shit
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| How’s this on some hillbilly down south shit, acknowledge
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| Rugged Man always bring the wild shit
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| I’m sick of big budget videos and shiny outfits
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| Some people hate us, some people love us
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| See us in the club getting fat bitches' numbers
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| I’m scared to get tested cause I never wear rubbers
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| The basics, break it, race kids
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| See us spray kids, dangerousness, dangerousesses
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| People too scared to walk where we live
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| You got beef, I’m at the crib
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| And I’ll be waiting with my shorts off
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| Sitting on the porch with the sawed off
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| Blow your balls off, you all soft
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| Guys, you better recognize
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| I’m one of the illest lyricists that ever exist
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| So watch your back like Zorro
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| I take a toll on your ass like the crown Burrough
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| Fuck it, I’m thorough
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| Niggas better face the facts or get smacked
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| In the face with the gat
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| I turned pretty boys into Craig Mack’s
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| Sometime it be’s like that
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| The name Akinyele remains a true remaining fact |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What the Fuck, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Album song Legendary Classics, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп