Ghostown - Rugged Freestyle lyrics

J Formz: Yo D, I herd mother f**a's is tryin' to come at us, you scared son? FD: Scared? What's the f**in' point of bein' scared? J Formz: Son that's f**in' rugged [J Formz] Runnin' your mouth? I'm bound to come in your house Get it quickly done, in and out, with the gun in your mouth Weather he real or fake When I pistol whip the mutha f**a in his face, guaranteed it breaks Squeeze off 10 through the back of his throat Put the gun to his chest and let bullets come out the back of his coat sh** is for real, I bet kids'll squeal That's why I'm bound to unload if I pull out the steel I ain't tryin' to get sent to jail I ain't big like that yet, I ain't got no money for bail If I'm in a war, you either dyin' or Lookin' up at me yellin' "What you cryin' for?" We don't play, we just smoke blunts all day Actin' tough, but when I step up you got nuthin' to say Stickin' sh** up, till I'm livin' it up And I dont need to give 100 percent Just know I'm givin' enough to be rippin' it up when I'm spittin' some stuff I'm doin' my thing, kids is soft, stop rappin' and sing Point out your leader and watch what I do to your king Ain't no f**in' around, I'm duckin you down I'm buckin' the pound, I'm buckin' a clown I just got 1 question, "Who you f**in' with now?" Stuck in sh** now? Well that s**s, doesn't it now? I got dozens of pounds, each holdin' dozens of rounds And every time I confronted your clique You talked sh**, but it wasn't as thick, and you wasn't around What's all the fussin' about? Got a gun stuck in your mouth for f**in' around With these brothers, you clowns What you gonna do now since I confronted you now? You f**s don't impress me, and you sure don't scare me And we could shoot the 1 on if you wanna fight fairly I'm in the streets, ain't no gettin' me out And if I get locked up they ain't lettin' me out Cause they know once I'm out, I'll k** again Cause even if I k**ed you, there's still your men I don't mind beef with you, you're sloppy and careless I'll win cause I care less, k** you cause I couldn't care less Fearless, you could feel this real sh** Deal with the fact that I'm real kid I'm real sick, spit that real sh** The kind I'm workin' on masterin' to get a deal with J Formz: Yeah, so what's really good? All you mother f**a's talkin' 'bout "Yeah, he can't rap, he can't do this..." Yo, who's seein' me son? I'll Freestyle battle anyone son, nobody's f**in' with me right now son. Ghostown for The long run mother f**a's, we takin' over every other f**in' month And that's what's really good