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the shit is ruff - deala lyrics

[intro: deala, henry gold]
deala with a n*gga henry gold in the house
(let’s make it real, sh*t is tough, sh*t is tough, sh*t is ruff, make it real)
we gonna explode dat sh*t

[1 verse: deala]
the sh*t is ruff fo’ sho’
today it’s really hard to make the dough
impala ’64 is like the f*ckin’ retro car
n soon it will cost a pretty penny
it’s ain’t nuff to box like manny
deala actually tries to make gravy train to survive in our hood
we used to do that activity so often n dat sh*t is no’ good
i made dat feat with the n*gga who lived in the equator
f*ck coach, huh, i’ll always keep fit n be droppin’ bombs on ya like the terminator
you have dealt with me n wanna get yo’ piece of the pie?
ya have to know yo’ ass mustn’t buy some sh*t after all this sh*t or you will die
everyday the sniper can be on the f*ckin’ roof
neva threaten us if you are real man, you must proof
wanna jake the shop near the f*ckin’ parkin’ lot?
get yo’ ass outta here before we peel yo’ f*ckin’ cap, ‘cuz glocks are so hot
i drop new sh*t wheneva i don’t give a f*ck
you ain’t a real man if ya set*trippin’, neva slippin, i don’t give a d*mn if ya wanna make songs like puff
we play it straight, ‘cuz the sh*t is ruff

[chorus: deala, henry gold] 2x
white n black n*gga in the hut
you are p*wn in that game n we don’t give a f*ck
real men are now n here, talkin’ about ruff sh*t, we can see in your eyes the total fear
[2 verse: henry gold]
this sh*t is ruff
my life has been tough
i don’t do no drugs i just need that stuff huh!
real men are comin’ up
they are growing up, making hip*pop, am on top, n0body fit stop
got my rap lines in my eyes kept on looking at the sky
h.g brought back the old school
murder n*ggas with my lyrics, ‘cos they n’t cool
came into the rap game, n*gga we n’t d same
i can feel ya fears from afar
who dem be henry gold turn it real, turn her down, see her town
who dem be henry gold, am d best
in the game huh! devil made me a beast now huh! am from d east
but ur ass in this glass, i don’t need u n*gga huh! going real, take that cigar
all my n*gga know wat i do am d best n*gga going this sh*t, i don’t want no n*gga to hate me now
look at this, you can’t hate me, you can’t beef me, you can’t see me, am d old school n*gga now

[chorus] 2x

[3 verse: deala]
i told ya if you gonna yelp like the m*th*f*ckin’ dog or like the ho, i’ll beat you up like the soldier
our hood mental ain’t gentle, yo’ ass can only kick in doors, so it’s hard fo’ you to handle
we do that sh*t together
neva kick in doors n neva bet fake leather
those assh0l*s wannabe like deala
you’d beter get locked up in yo’ f*ckin’ flat, ‘cuz around ya there can be a k!lla
makin’ the f*ckin’ tricks
it’s a style of deala n accomplishment some kicks
get outta the hizzle on the streets to make the f*ckin’ beats?
pay attention, ‘cuz we’re drivin’ by n get 4 glocks
it’s warnin’ dat means you mustn’t step on our blocks
we neva say 2 times, so real men ain’t insist ya
yo’ ass gonna resist? so, we will f*ck yo’ l*stful sister
tryna escape the f*ckin’ jail? but yo’ brain is outdated
dat’s a sh*t n yo’ ass is turned out violated
the main thang is yo’ homies n ya get checkmated
you danced on the blacktop
i gonna say it’s f*cked up
it will be better fo’ yo’ health if you hold yo’ mud
we’re comin’ with a real stuff
n brin’ ya down, ‘cuz the sh*t is ruff
[chorus] 1x

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