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8 Ball - "Pure Uncut Remix"
Lyrics to Pure Uncut Remix : (feat. Canibus, DMX, McGruff) [Eightball] DMX, McGruff and Canibus You know where you heard it first My man Cardan, 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 I fuck wit is the illest, baby gorillas And shit we do today is gon catch up with us and kill us Long as I feel this, motherfuckers head is shot Fucking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys Like that from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies 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 know better, than to breathe too hard For my kids I thank you God And if you dont know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground Slugs make way by the ounce, so I mustve 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 Ima 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 Im 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, Im mad plus Im going off that gritty Frank Nitti got a mob down to murder with me Cats want to stick me, believe it or not like Ripley I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech Pure uncut, fire it up, and watch the fiends come back Bubblin, real dogs stay around for troublin Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin Rumblin (*vrooom*) mushroom, cloud pimpin Victims who breathe in 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 Hit these bitches 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 Im Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap Man Im on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and Cognac Aint 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 dont know you, dont rub you I got eat, thats like trying to tell me dont 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 busta 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 oclock, 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 cant get hurt' The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldnt 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 records and shit See, what goes around comes around, bitch [ Pure Uncut Remix Lyrics ]
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