| Well I’m that ill shitty kid
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| They call the Prof Nitty kid
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| I’m one muthafuckin ill crazy inner city kid
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| (What!) Step the fuck back then relax
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| Rough is on a full scale attack black
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| Huh, I’m packin a full metal jacket
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| A bat, 21 guns and a hatchet
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| What’s that? |
| Some ill shit kid you can’t match it
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| Don’t even try to meet it cause you can’t fuckin catch it
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| (Aww fuck!) Baby you’re shit outta luck
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| Cause I’m crazy, maybe it’s best that you duck
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| Got the shit I can’t hide, some call it animos
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| It burns deep inside and that’s how I get heated
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| When I see the likes of you that’s the only time I need it
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| Remember last meetin, I left my knuckles bleedin
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| Now my palms are bloody cause I’m countin blood money
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| That I rob from your man in the land of milk and honey
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| You can’t do me none son when I smoke my Meth
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| I feel no pain, no death, so what the fuck is left
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| You see me meditate well then you see me in my home
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| Way deep inside my dome that’s the place where I roam
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| Where knowledge and the wisdom, understandin of the lord
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| Is stored, if you’re lured everybody grab your sword
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| If I live by the sword then I die by the sword
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| I’ll die by the sword I swear to the fuckin lord
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| Cause I’m takin niggas out like you never saw
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| See my sword is my tongue that’s how I get the job done
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| I still grab my gun cause I’m a fuckin rugged one
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| We came to rock (What)
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| We came to rip (What)
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| And with the rugged styles yo bust the way we flip it
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| Now here we go again another brother catchin heart
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| Ain’t that some shit I gotta rip him apart
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| Too many MCs fake funk claimin raw
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| You better hit floors soon as I declare war
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| Comin straight at cha, better run quick from a click
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| That’s sick with a bunch of lunatics
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| For those who slept I want your rep wanna bet
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| Today’ll be your day of regret
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| Cause the Rugged Child is comin to town
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| To find a whole ground that can get beat down
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| Huh, how you like me now I get down for my crown
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| With a fat sound that shakes from the underground
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| Bringin ruckus to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fast
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| Try to test me, buck buck buck on that ass
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| I don’t fake none
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| When I pull out I’m down to take one’s life
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| I’m trife so watch what you say son
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| Just came from up north catchin flashbacks
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| Brothers doin that same old shit
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| I planned on chillin when I got home
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| But now it’s like I’m all alone cause everybody’s playin Al Capone
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| No one to stay positive with
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| Everybody’s sellin drugs and all that good shit
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| So I parlay on the forcin tip
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| The studio is where you’ll find me just like back in 1990
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| But Joe, everywhere I go is like June how you been
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| Sorry I couldn’t come to see you when you were in
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| Yeah, my man save all that bullshit
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| Cause if you really cared you wouldn’ta came to see a nigga quit
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| Word is bond, that’s how I kicked it
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| No disrespect intended, don’t get offended
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| I had to learn the hard way that there is no friends
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| How many of us have them
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| When shit gets real everybody’s on the run
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| So niggas watch a back, here I come, here I come
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| It was a cold day in hell when they all heard the word
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| Everybody’s eyes swelled and all the heads turned
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| It went «The ill killer and the shitty Prof Nitty
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| Was fuckin blowin up spots all over the city»
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| And everybody cheered «There a party over here!»
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| Tryin to get our attention, but really need I mention
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| That my mind was set upon a most highest intention
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| For me to praise his name that’s the reason why I came
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| That’s the muthafuckin name so don’t ask the same question twice
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| Like who’s the muthafuckin real Christ
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| I already told ya once I’m too fuckin nice
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| So I’ll tell you again, it’s Allah see who decend
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| From the root of David to the line of Solomon
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| All the way down to the muthafuckin end so uhh
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| You and your friends just get on down
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| I ain’t talkin about dancin, face the fuckin ground
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| Hands upon your head kid do as I said
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| Kid it’s too late you’re dead, good fuckin riddance
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| And if I get bagged I’mma do the life sentence
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| So I’m out on a lam, don’t tell em where I am
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| Even though I got the hearts and the smarts
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| To rip the shit to shambles
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| Just like the Huns and the vandals
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| Yo I’m the one more souped up than Campbells
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| Why? |
| Cause I got the gats good and plenty
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| For the 1−2-2 you and the 120
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| So go and bring your crew if you wanna get done
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| By the true and the Wu, cause here come the rugged onez
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| Sample 4X |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rugged Onez, artist - Prophet. Album song AKA the Rugged Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп