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Fischer-Z - So Ruff lyrics
Geah
 Geah
 Geah
 Hoo-Bang, nigga
 Some of that futuristic shit
 For that ass
 Keepin it thuggish, though
 Check it out
 [ VERSE 1 ]
 The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough
 Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
 Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff
 Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
 My theme is I push music to driveby
 I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
 Strap under the seat my hood technique
 As I destroy your block like _Dante's Peak_
 Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
 On my turf puttin in work since day one
 Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
 Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
 John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
 Havin my face captured 180
 Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck
 The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck
 [ CHORUS ]
 Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
 That makes niggas from the hood stay tough
 Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
 16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)
 [ VERSE 2 ]
 I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack
 And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack
 Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin
 When they ask make fast and start heatin
 Niggas ain't fuckin around - dodge mine
 Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down
 Keep your face to the ground, don't even lookFischer-Z - So Ruff - http://motolyrics.com/fischer-z/so-ruff-lyrics.html
 No positive ID and all the money was took
 Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches
 Took a trip across town just to floss my riches
 Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin
 One more hit on your house where y'all nappin
 Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour
 The hollow point shower
 The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour
 Straight, Eiht regulate my thug power
[ CHORUS ]
 [ VERSE 3 ]
 My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it
 Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it
 Stay down, Hoo-Bangin niggas takin over
 G's in lows puttin holes up in a Rover
 Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes
 Real thugs hail from the west, first rule
 In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
 First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
 First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
 Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop
 Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats
 Pepetratin Fresh Coast, tryin to roll our streets
 Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight
 Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite
 Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go
 I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show
[ CHORUS ]
 Geah
 Hoo-Bang, nigga
 That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
 Geah 
 Westside, you know
 Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
 Geah, you know what we do
 That makes niggas from the turf stay tough








