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    [ Ruthless Bastards ]
    Verse one:
    Check it, these cold days got me in a physical rage
    Walking through the dark path in this invisible maze
    My individual is criminal but lyrical plays
    A big part in my life in this critical state
    Apocolypse, twist up the bamboo
    Swine life I cant handle
    Cock the mack candle, pop the Jack Daniels
    Im a shine like candles in a blackout
    Your guaranteed to fall before the last bout
    Fuckin wit Ruthless you assed out
    The size of these guns a make you pass out
    Im like hollow tips the way I blast out
    Its all revolving, too much problems, no solving
    Ask me what Im involved in, Im a say robbin and mobbin
    Im runnin this shit nigga joggin
    No thanks for livin on Thanksgiving Im still starvin

    Verse two:
    Yo, Im not new to this, Im true to this
    What you gonna do to lips?
    Man if I tell you one more time Ive been doin this, mound u loopbp
    Ruthless be wettin these clowns up
    Yo partner turn that sound up
    Reverse the crowd round up
    And this one, new on the block just like a rookie
    Frontin like he hard dunn he mustve ate some thug cookies
    No evidence plus I heard his clique be on that tellin shit
    You let him sell a bit so bustin hims irrelevant
    Just get these presidents, the reallest thing man lust
    Once the papers in my hand its like I got a roush
    Aint gainin trust, cause man I aint tryina 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 in my belly, attatched to my waist is a celly
    For plannin funerals and gettin niggas buried
    I wanna lead this life but I can hear it callin me like R. Kelly

    Verse three:
    Shoeless shine like sunny days
    My style on the loose like runaways
    Its crazed in the battle get you open like a bag of purple haze
    When hell get fucked up
    Cant hang slow the fuck up, I represent Staten
    Push my buttons you get stuck up
    I love thick bitches so ooh keep your ass shakin
    I be money makin, In nive seven I like em taken
    Fuck fakin wilden and breaken, in the club gettin my groove on
    The gat in my Tims just incase you wanna move on
    Been off the Bacardi to Moe
    Slayin this chick off that keeps sweatin my body so (who can love you like
    me)

    Verse four:
    Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys
    Yall niggas dont wanna try me
    For them presidents by now Ill leave you dead
    Filled up wit hot lead, hollow heads for you thug breds
    Its the righteous, life is trifeless, challenges and sacrifices (tell em
    son)
    Ruthless cause we flip tracks, pack gats, and give slices
    A poor heistess, you think your nice now meet the nicest
    Son a actress, stick him like a cactus, bouce like a matress
    Teflon fatigues if you try to wack this
    You aint know it was cold on these streets
    Only time its warm dunn when I got the heat
    Drag my knicks and five eights, I need a gimick to compete
    Triggas, Im squeazin em at the crossroad Im leavin em
    They got the guard locked I got knocked so I could be wit them

    Verse five:
    Attack wit tactics, thats fantastic that for realah
    Throw me cuts to chop the beat wit your five claws
    Create tracks that blow the hinges off the doors
    Thats all I can stands and I cant stands no more
    Whirlwind mind spins off Seagrams gin
    Started all over and dont know where to begin
    Extreme measures got my thoughts on gettin pleasure
    These cats know that I clap holes through they leather
    Statens sick and we cant get no better
    Police trap, we get away too clever
    Lyrics jotted down on paper causes terror-
    Ism, now im gone hit em
    Give em what we been givin em, thats the rythem
    Staight up, all you crab niggas sleepin need to wake up
    Im like peroxide cause I stay bubblin in the cut
    Nigga please, Im thirsty for this cheese
    I run up in your lab and make your anti freeze
    Its like that, from the Stat where I live at
    The bees are snakes and they just feed off the fuckin rats

    [ All ]
    If im a bastard then your a bastard
    Everybodys a bastard
    Get the gats cause shit is drastic
    ( 5x )

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