8ball - Pure Uncut Remix lyrics

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8ball - Pure Uncut Remix lyrics

[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 It's the Pure Uncut, raw we keep it raw - listen... [DMX] n***as I f** wit' is the illest, baby gorillas And sh** we do today is gon' catch up with us and k** us Long as I feel this, motherf**er's head is shot f**ing lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot Ruff Ryders cut the sh** up, like raw keys Like that from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies It can happen n***as, dog keys, and still gun it down Only cause I know how you look up to a n***a, from the ground Running clown, you know better, than to breathe too hard For my kids I thank you God And if you don't know, ask a n***a, that they just put in the ground Slugs make way by the ounce, so I must've put in a pound At least! I gave it to another n***a for lookin Money was dead before the slugs stopped 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 f** the police, I'm mad plus I'm 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?) n***a, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw *repeat* [McGruff] Yo; where the f** is the dough? its time to bubble and blow Hit these b**hes from the back, have 'em clutchin' they toes Once smoked my lungs out, but now I f** with my nose Perform shows, bad b**hes 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, f** that! And f** you! Who the f** 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, n***as away just to show the muscle Yo, I squeeze till your vocal tussle n***as please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble Hoes to cuff you, f** you, s** the sh** out your dick s**er for love, think you can f** 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, n***a, f** your spot Peace to the players who crush a lot But they call me Canibus because I busta lot You can s** my co*k 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 b**h 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 n***as networks You think that best works? You think you can't get hurt? The b**h 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 k**ing you with the lyrical All you chief executives ampin answer records and sh** See, what goes around comes around, b**h