| [00:00.326][Verse 1: Iron Mic] |
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Check it, these cold days, got me in a physical rage |
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Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze |
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My individual is criminal, but lyrically plays |
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A big part in my life in this critical stage |
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Apocalypse, twist up the bamboo |
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This wild life I can't handle |
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Cock the MAC handle, pop the Jack Daniel |
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I'm a shine like candles in a blackout |
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You guaranteed to fall before the last bout |
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****in' with Ruthless, you assed out |
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The size of these guns'll make you pass out |
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I'm like hollow tips, the way I blast out |
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It's all revolving, too much problems, no solving |
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Ask me what I'm involved in, I'mma say robbin' and mobbin' |
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I run this shit, nigga, joggin' |
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No thanks for livin' on Thanksgiving, I'm still starvin' |
| [00:50.534][Verse 2: Apocalipps] |
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Yo, I'm not new to this, I'm true to this |
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What you gonna do to lips? |
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Man if I tell you one more time I've been doin' this |
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Mount up, Ruthless be wettin' these clowns up |
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Yo partner turn that sound up, reverse the crowd round up |
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And this one, he's new on the block just like a rookie |
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Frontin' like he hard, dun, he musta ate some thug cookies |
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No evidence, plus I heard his clique be on that tellin' shit |
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You let him sell again, so bustin' him's irrelevant |
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Just get these presidents, the realest thing man lust |
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Once the papers in my hand it's like I got a royal flush |
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Ain't gainin' trust, cause man I ain't tryin' get bust |
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Run for cover, pull a trigger, watch 'em all turn to dust |
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A ribbon in the sky, I watched his mom dukes cry |
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Too bad her son had to die for startin' up the two-four-five |
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Guns never lie, chains like slaves go but heavy |
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Down near my belly, attached to my waist is a celly |
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For plannin' funerals and gettin' niggas buried |
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I wanna leave this life but I can hear it callin' me like R. Kelly |
| [01:38.860][Verse 3: Truck] |
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Shoeless shine like sunny days |
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My style on the loose like runaways |
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It's crazed in the battle, get you open like a bag of purple haze |
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Inhale, get ****ed up |
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Can't hang, slow the **** up, I represent Staten |
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Push my buttons, you get stuck up |
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I love thick bitches, so boo keep your ass shakin' |
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I be money makin', in nive-seven I like 'em taken |
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**** fakin', wild'n, and breakin' |
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In the club gettin' my groove on |
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The gat in my Timbs just in case you wanna move on |
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Been off the Bacardi to Moe |
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Slayin' this chick off that Keith Sweat (who can love you like me?) |
| [02:07.464][Verse 4: Sha Gotti] |
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Shaigotti, swingin' tux wit Wallys |
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Y'all niggas don't wanna try me |
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For them presidents, partner, I'll leave you dead |
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Filled up with hot lead, hollow heads for your thoroughbreds |
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It's the righteous, lifeless, trifeless |
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Challengers are sacrifices (tell 'em Son) |
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Ruthless cause we flip tracks, pack gats, and give slices |
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And pull heists', you think your nice, now meet the nicest |
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Son a actress, stick him like a cactus, bounce like a mattress |
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Teflon fatigues if you try to wack this |
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You ain't know it was cold on these streets? |
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Only time its warm, dun, when I got the heat |
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Grab my knicks and five-eights, I need a gimmick to compete |
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Triggers, I'm squeazin' 'em; at the crossroad, I'm leavin' 'em |
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They got the god locked, I got knocked, so I could be with 'em |
| [02:45.368][Verse 5: Blizzard] |
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Attack with tactics, that's fantastic, that for realah |
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Throw me cuts to chop the beat with your five claws |
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Create tracks, that blow the hinges off the doors |
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That's all I can stands and I can't stands no more |
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Whirlwind, mind spins off Seagram's gin |
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Started all over and don't know where to begin |
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Extreme measures, got my thoughts on gettin' treasure |
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These cats know that I clap holes through they leather |
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Staten's sick, and we can't get no better |
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Police trap, we get away, too clever |
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Lyrics jotted down on paper causes terror- |
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Ism, now I'm gon' hit 'em |
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Give 'em what we been givin' 'em, that's the rhythm |
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Straight up, all you crab niggas sleepin', need to wake up |
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I'm like peroxide, cause I stay bubblin' in the cut |
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Nigga please, I'm thirsty for this cheese |
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I run up in your lab and make your auntie freeze |
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It's like that, from the Stat where I live at |
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The bees are snakes, and they just feed off the ****in' rats |
| [03:36.176][Outro: Ruthless Bastards] |
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If I'm a bastard, then you're a bastard |
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Everybody's a bastard |
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Get the gats, cause shit is drastic |
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( 5x ) |
