Ruggish And Raw Lyrics

-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Yeah. Uh, uh uh... What? C'mon.

-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
You think you want it but you can't, you can't, you can't... (Let's go make some money man) You think you want it but you can't, you can't, you can't... (Let's go make some money man) ...You think you really want it

-10,000 Cadillacs-
Fuck the supoena, my demeanor's got me fucked up, bring the heater/ Cock and load, ride a Tech torpedo/ Got The Reaper on my shoulder/ Hold up, now I know ain't none of y'all gonna take me out, gon' make me shuffle, squash that shit, where there's no diggity, there's no doubt/ Down, down, to the depths of hell/ Dwell, nobody can hear you yell locked in your cell/ My clique rebuilds it, rebells/ We movin' on up like George and Weezy/ Eternally blessed, so God bless Eazy E, Tupac Shakur, and B.I.G./ I gotta say peace/ G's up, hoe's down/ Showdown from Cleveland to Motown/ Midwest is 'bout to throw down, we gunnin' for you town, stay down/ We about to bust rounds, you move fast as we move past/ We put the fuckin' glock in your face, if you don't wanna see us, roll out/ Bizzy rolls up in this Benz, Rolex flexin' on his hands/ Mo! Thugs screamin' demon singin' fuck it, let the law end/ These clowns can't contend, so load the clip, my clip's equipped/ You know y 'all can't get with this, can I get a witness Mr. Ripsta?

-Chorus- Bizzy Bone - Ruggish And Raw - http://motolyrics.com/bizzy-bone/ruggish-and-raw-lyrics.html

-Bizzy Bone-
Get out the limosine, enemies look for the Benz as they bustin' at my friends and gonna do it again/ Stockin' K's cause nowadays we can't even ride rims/ Forty Four, automatics keep bustin' on 'em/ Rough, rugged and thuggish ruggish/ Money to spend, some of my homies changed/ I'm a toast it, and most of my friends keep posted the program/ Aw! I'm sicker now, lick it out/ Fuck these niggas, I'm on my own/ Pitch my tent, ditch my friends and I'm sorry/ And if I die on the curse of it all in the worst of it all/ Was my pride, God forgive me, be my guide/ And if I fly through the worst of it all in the curse of it all/ Was my mind, God forgive me, be my guide/ Proudly marchin' through battlefields, standin' up in Lamborguini's/ Take petty cash, and last but not least you don't see me/ Experiences through trenches, heavily heated, ready and load til the next episode/ Better take pictures cause I'm gone, I'm gone

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-10,000 Cadillacs-
Stick with the team, triple beam/ On my team, 7th Sign Regime/ Makin' cream, hittin' trees, sip my forty ounce cantine/ Soldier, we marchin' hard, break off the yard in high reguard/ Battlescars in catacause, and bombs supplyin' hard/ Pledge alligiance, analyze, got me thugged out enterprise/ Wizards and the warlock fighters; Got that shit down to a science/ Gotta get paid, laid, made, grenade retaliate/ Canibusiva, put to sleep/ I got the other in the grave, wake up/ It's time to roll, ho, duckin' from them Po po/ Bitch, don't ever slip, because you know that shit's a no-no/ We keepin' it real, can't conceal our appearence for the steel, kill, kill/ Gimme your presidents, world war deal/ I'm callin' the troops if y'all is cool, if not i'm laced up in my boots, and when I get the shot I'll shoot/ Motherfucker duck, duck, goose/ Here's a revelation/ Troops get to your battle stations/ Contemplate the devistation of this playa hatin' nation, hatin' nation

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