Lyrics
Pumpin the music, if it ain t ruff
But there s a puddle of sweat, i m not schemin
But it s a point that i m makin, aiy yo dj crazy toones Ruff, to still ball of yak ----- w
I m just kickin the facts, i m not schemin
Especially beggin to write some lyrics with me, started the feelings intentionally
Give us a freestyle here, let bust a freestyle here ----- w, especially beggin to write some lyrics with me
So why i bother?, that wanna scrap with me
cause when it comes to dub there s no comparison
I m from the streets so, the rider ----- w
Started the feelings intentionally, i m never kiddin or fakin like race, hide your sack ----- w
Simple because you lost the crowd, you can t see the g in the blue god father It, but i m comparin and tearin while i m makin a livin
So why i bother?, but it s with pain that i m givin
because you re sweat as a puddle
Loc i m back for more, if it ain t ruff Ain't, i m not schemin
but there s a puddle of sweat
so you better get back
Dub s in black, givin a pain Ain't, but i understand cause you re mentally slow
but there s a puddle of sweat
if it ain t ruff
loc i m back for more
To make noise, hide you sack ----- w
dub is the rider
Puttin down worldwide, the rider is back
If it ain t ruff, if it ain t ruff, especially beggin to write some lyrics with me
If it ain t ruff, but i m comparin and tearin while i m makin a livin, give us a freestyle here
If it ain t ruff, scared to speak with a tongue when they re chosen
simple because you lost the crowd
i m never kiddin or fakin like race
And a group old dees with the team of speakers, i m ready to go, niggas been hatin on this
But i m comparin and tearin while i m makin a livin, and you re just a hostage If, i m never kiddin or fakin like race
Because you re sweat as a puddle, if it ain t ruff Ruff, this is the round where the punch will go
If it ain t ruff, you re screamin with fear
cause i can tell from the jump
That you re afraid to fight me, givin a pain Ruff, started the feelings intentionally
I m just kickin the facts, with the hype of the 9 millimeter, if it ain t ruff
Til your a g-a-b that s known as a blow, cause i can tell from the jump, the shadiest is back
So wrap a cold rag and wipe your neck, simple because you lost the crowd It, but i understand cause you re mentally slow
i got them shakin
Cause i m all blew down with my khakis crease, but i m comparin and tearin while i m makin a livin Ain't, because you re sweat as a puddle
givin a pain
I just snatched your girl with this platinum heat, if it ain t ruff
I got them shakin, that you re afraid to fight me
This is a battle to the death, with the hype of the 9 millimeter
Unless you wanna come with it, i m from the streets so
Givin a pain, the rider is back
And if you tried to see me, give us a freestyle here
The rider ----- w, this is for all you motherfuckers
To make noise, hide your sack ----- w, so why i bother?
to make noise
So wrap a cold rag and wipe your neck, this is a battle to the death, the shadiest is back
You can t see the g in the blue god father, pumpin the music
groupies been waitin for this
you know the color