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Crazy - "Ruff Era Ni@@as Bust"
Lyrics to Ruff Era Ni@@as Bust : (feat. Ruff Era All-Stars) [Crazy] Crazy Don alias Doc Holliday I took four shots, and Im back You muthafuckas surprised' [Crazy+'''':] Ask my niggas bout my history, I took four shots You niggas wanna go to war' Well heres your grave plot Mix some weed with the hennessey, I start to trip Well be in Providence with Roderick, runnin the lip Lets reincarnate Bishop, up to where we Northville nigga, got the chopper for the Non-believers I couldve sworn that you niggas from my town homie Where were you bitches when the feds came down on me' I never guessed that my phones were tapped From Texas to Atlanta, you niggas know I ride strapped We, run the block nigga Score the Gs Score from the hoes on the highway talkin a hundred kis I want the Gs, nigga thats the only way Put some hennessey in my casket on my death day And if I die, Im hopin that I get to heaven If not Im goin to Hell, bustin with my Mack-11 [Uncredited male rapper] Get ready for combat, Known for totin straps or prior Tire, all black, smokin sacks, intended acts Caps get peeled back on gats thats stolen Gimme whatcha holdin, fuck all the bull dozin Straight foreclosin Shops on blocks with glocks Plow on the clock But we dont all stop Puttin the red dot and thats on top Of Presidents, Chopper City Residents, Evidence irrelevant for marchin a settlement With a regiment of soldiers In fatigues, blazin weed Chasin at top speed, stackin Gs, Pumpin kis You know the stee Me and T, trunk blazin Duct tapin, pocket rapin, Beenie masqueradin Regulatin lames In the game, for the cane Layin in the pubic range of your dame Bustin brains for chump change And remain the same Meals, deals, legs Wheels concealed Steals battlefields from the Ville to the Hill Throw Cita, night creeper Equal to gettin cheeba Workin off the beeper, twerkin your senorita Peeped ya, from the hidin Cant help ya nigga, dividin Wont stop us Spittin with choppers, you cant dodge it [Chorus: Crazy] You bust! I bust with my trigga You dont wanna fuck with me, RUFF ERA NIGGAS!!! [x4] (Uncredited Female Rapper) Understand Im Ruff Era Nigga til I die Certified, pass me the clip, watch them bullets fly See my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky Let niggas know Im the bitch of this entourage Find that line, everything I touch is platinumized Capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize You bitches never could fuck with me, lyrics crystalized Just like ''' in its purest, bitches droppin like flies Surprised' We low ridin in Crazys expedition When you see it, then do not wonder why yo niggas missin I been rappin since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission Pack somethin bigger than nuts, female intuition You know you pussy ass bitches really make me sick And bitches that try to stop me can lick my clit Cuz Im a bad bitch, niener the only hoe I trust So dont fuck with my entourage cuz if they bust I bust Im scandolous [Uncredited Male rapper] Just a young nigga drinkin malt liquor Try me, bitch you wanna get to heaven quicker Hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three Cuz every nigga on my team flashin red beams Never will I let me enemies capture me Strap a bomb nigga, smokin weed, picture me Be the ones with bandanas and cream And Ima flip til you muthafuckas murder me Got my glock on my hip, try to fuck with this You wanna take it like a man, goin fist to fist' Nigga, Im smokin weed til I enter the World Never forgot about the time I screamed "Fuck the World" Lord forgive me for the shit I said I pray daily, cuz a nigga got a price on my head Fuck em We in the expo gettin blowed Ninety-nine, this be the realest shit I ever wrote Remember me from the St. Bernard Avenue' We kill each other so imagine what wed do to you Bitch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me' And my muthafuckin mausburg two-twenty three The police got me crazy I cant walk in my own hood, thats the way you made me My nigga Cane in the feds, sendin me mail Told me "Nigga please pay my bail" When I bust you bust! [Chorus] [uncredited male rapper] Which one of yall wanna meet a nigga head on' Infra-reds and the lead til your head gone Call the feds but my clique made of teflon Any nigga wanna bust he better come strong! Bystanders gettin caught up in a war zone Adversaries past tense, niggas dead and gone My heater makin niggas get they rest on AKs stay bustin til they chest gone! In the city where these niggas stay chopper totin Minyard find ya with your head bust open Like that, muthafuckas get dealt with Niggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip Me and Crazy makin niggas have nightmares Lights out! Muthafuckas better say they prayers From the four, so fa sho, I bust quicker Breather Life, if you bust, I bust nigga [uncredited male rapper] First if I hit, glock spit, your gut tore Stuck close Fuck you! I hang with nothin but cut-throats Shot through your ligiments You gettin indignant' My niggas ignorant Very ignorant, to be sufficient They gat bustas Thats slushas, ya block puzzled We use a silencer to keep the shot muffled You thugs and losers Drug abusers Scheme runners We savages, look what New Orleans done us! We tryin to get ours by plottin to get yours Skip those that aint got shit We want your bricks hoe, and quick though And we sick though You flashin jew-els We bust a few shells Up that We greedy, fuck that You outta luck Black Im beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostile Been wild, when I get mine, then I smile Right now, aint shit to laugh for So I blast for my figures You dont wanna cross Ruff Era niggas [Chorus] [BMG] We devour fake niggas, claimin to be the realest Well see, so fuck it, I guess that Im charged with it My guards up, my guns cocked to hit it Your girl jocked to lick it You gotta die if you snitchin Who got the weed' Fire it up Check and see if them people got that boy, wire it up Hit em twice in the gut A dead issue, man you see em on the South Side smokin a swisher See the news caughtcha picture BMG done got witcha Shit he must dont know, now go on and cope Them downtown warriors, we cut throat We drop and run inside and bustin through the door Heard em hit the floor Silencers on the four-four Hit Sam on the mobile Man, that hoe aint no more He aint play the game how it go Tried to cross a nigga out fa sho But I handled that so pass the Mo Pour it slow, doin one-fifteen in the Camaro From the H-town to the N.O. Florida, A-L, Five-four [Crazy] Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday Nigga as I spray Im tryin to get rid of a hundred rounds of my K For play Ive been bustin niggas heads for years Now they done released me on the World, now its time for tears A hundred breathers screamin "KILL ME! WE DONT WANNA LIVE NO MORE!" Beggin Jesus to let us into Heavens door Picture me runnin at my adversary, glock in hand I possess, immortality in this one man I smell death in the air, nigga watch me breathe I was born into this helter-skelter from my Mamas seed Im puffin weed until these bitch niggas assassinate me Once Im in my casket, will these bitch niggas still hate me' When I die, let me die clutchin on my trigga Believe me I would die for these Ruff Era niggas! [Chorus] [ Ruff Era Ni@@as Bust Lyrics ]
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