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| DMX Miscellaneous Pure Uncut Remix [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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