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    [Eightball]

    DMX McGruff and Canibus.
    You know where you heard it first.
    My man Cardin, G Black, Ralph, Universal Records.
    Uh [all echoes]. Pure Uncut,
    Eightball [DMX barks in background]
    DMX (What?) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby.
    Yeah, its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
    Its the Pure Uncut, raw we keep it raw. Listen...

    [DMX]

    Niggas at Ruff Ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
    And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
    Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot
    Fucking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
    Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
    Like that crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
    It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
    Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
    Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heart?
    ?For my kids? I thank you God
    And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
    Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
    At least! I gave it to another nigga for lookin
    Money, ?could never stop my slugs? from cookin
    Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you
    Leave your skeleton in the cemetery

    [Eightball]
    Dum, du-du, dum
    Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu bum?
    We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty green
    I'm a fiend for this rap thing
    Down South hustiln' and we all about the cream
    Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the city
    Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
    Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to murder with me
    Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
    I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech
    Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
    Bucklin, real dogs stay around for troublin
    Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
    Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
    Victims who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
    You heard me, are you worthy
    To ride with the Suave House and get down and dirty?


    [Chorus Eightball]

    Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw [2X]
    Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
    Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
    (What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
    [repeat]

    [McGruff]

    Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
    If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
    Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
    Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes
    Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
    Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and Cognac
    Ain't just me, my whole freakin army strapped
    Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
    Touch you, you act like you want trouble
    Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle
    I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
    Yo, I squeeze till your vocal tussle
    Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
    Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
    Sucker for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
    Now listen mister
    Gruff put your soul in a twister

    [Canibus]

    Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with Eightball and Tony Draper

    Askin me for a favor
    Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
    Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot
    Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me Canibus because I bust a lot
    You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got
    Being a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop
    She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
    I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
    Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
    I punch you in the jaw-ops
    You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
    You think that best works? You think you can't get hurt?
    The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
    A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through
    Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
    To keep me from killing you with the lyrical
    All you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin shit
    See, what goes around comes around, bitch

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