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bastards - ruthless bastards lyrics

[verse 1: iron mic]
check it, these cold days, got me in a physical rage
walking through the dark path of this invisible maze
my individual is criminal, but lyrically plays
a big part in my life in this critical stage
apocalypse, twist up the bamboo
this wild life i can’t handle
c-ck the mac handle, pop the jack daniel
i’m a shine like candles in a blackout
you guaranteed to fall before the last bout
f-ckin’ with ruthless, you -ssed out
the size of these guns’ll make you p-ss out
i’m like hollow tips, the way i blast out
it’s all revolving, too much problems, no solving
ask me what i’m involved in, i’mma say robbin’ and mobbin’
i run this sh-t, n-gga, joggin’
no thanks for livin’ on thanksgiving, i’m still starvin’

[verse 2: apocalipps]
yo, i’m not new to this, i’m true to this
what you gonna do to lips?
man if i tell you one more time i’ve been doin’ this
mount up, ruthless be wettin’ these clowns up
yo partner turn that sound up, reverse the crowd round up
and this one, he’s new on the block just like a rookie
frontin’ like he hard, dun, he musta ate some thug cookies
no evidence, plus i heard his clique be on that tellin’ sh-t
you let him sell again, so bustin’ him’s irrelevant
just get these presidents, the realest thing man l-st
once the papers in my hand it’s like i got a royal flush
ain’t gainin’ trust, cause man i ain’t tryin’ get bust
run for cover, pull a trigger, watch ’em all turn to dust
a ribbon in the sky, i watched his mom dukes cry
too bad her son had to die for startin’ up the two-four-five
guns never lie, chains like slaves go but heavy
down near my belly, attached to my waist is a celly
for plannin’ funerals and gettin’ n-ggas buried
i wanna leave this life but i can hear it callin’ me like r. kelly

[verse 3: truck]
shoeless shine like sunny days
my style on the loose like runaways
it’s crazed in the battle, get you open like a bag of purple haze
inhale, get f-cked up
can’t hang, slow the f-ck up, i represent staten
push my b-ttons, you get stuck up
i love thick b-tches, so boo keep your -ss shakin’
i be money makin’, in nive-seven i like ’em taken
f-ck fakin’, wild’n, and breakin’
in the club gettin’ my groove on
the gat in my timbs just in case you wanna move on
been off the bacardi to moe
slayin’ this chick off that keith sweat (who can love you like me?)

[verse 4: sha gotti]
shaigotti, swingin’ tux wit wallys
y’all n-ggas don’t wanna try me
for them presidents, partner, i’ll leave you dead
filled up with hot lead, hollow heads for your thoroughbreds
it’s the righteous, lifeless, trifeless
challengers are sacrifices (tell ’em son)
ruthless cause we flip tracks, pack gats, and give slices
and pull heists’, you think your nice, now meet the nicest
son a actress, stick him like a cactus, bounce like a mattress
teflon fatigues if you try to wack this
you ain’t know it was cold on these streets?
only time its warm, dun, when i got the heat
grab my knicks and five-eights, i need a gimmick to compete
triggers, i’m squeazin’ ’em; at the crossroad, i’m leavin’ ’em
they got the god locked, i got knocked, so i could be with ’em

[verse 5: blizzard]
attack with tactics, that’s fantastic, that for realah
throw me cuts to chop the beat with your five claws
create tracks, that blow the hinges off the doors
that’s all i can stands and i can’t stands no more
whirlwind, mind spins off seagram’s gin
started all over and don’t know where to begin
extreme measures, got my thoughts on gettin’ treasure
these cats know that i clap holes through they leather
staten’s sick, and we can’t get no better
police trap, we get away, too clever
lyrics jotted down on paper causes terror-
ism, now i’m gon’ hit ’em
give ’em what we been givin’ ’em, that’s the rhythm
straight up, all you crab n-ggas sleepin’, need to wake up
i’m like peroxide, cause i stay bubblin’ in the cut
n-gga please, i’m thirsty for this cheese
i run up in your lab and make your auntie freeze
it’s like that, from the stat where i live at
the bees are snakes, and they just feed off the f-ckin’ rats

[outro: ruthless b-st-rds]
if i’m a b-st-rd, then you’re a b-st-rd
everybody’s a b-st-rd
get the gats, cause sh-t is drastic
( 5x )

- ruthless bastards lyrics

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