Agallah - Till My Heart Stops lyrics

[Intro: Evil Dee] (Yes yes y'all, yeah yeah y'all, yes to the yeah y'all, yes yes yeah y'all yeah) Word up, R.A., Rock on! (Yeah y'all, yes yes y'all, yeah y'all yes y'all, yeah yeah yes y'all) [Hook 1: R.A. the Rugged Man (Agallah)] We not like you other MC's (Riding fake props) I'll be in this rap sh** till my f**ing heart stops [Hook 2: R.A. the Rugged Man {Agallah}] (We not like you other MC's) Riding fake props (Evil Dee is on the mix, c'mon kick it!) (Acting hard but you front in front of the cops) [Verse 1: Agallah] Karate flick co-starring Agallah and, me and you street sparring Yo son what about Sharon I'm in the mansion sipping Dom with Wong from Hong Kong We smoking f**ing hydro out the bong You telling me Adolf the Assa**inator "you the don" Don what n***a, that's that old funny sh** Yo we got the information, yo where the money kid? f**ing up ya generation like the mob I'm on my job, yo Brooklyn New York street heart throb Knock you out till your f**ing face blob 8-Off the Assa**inator, yo kid we hard Yo smack you on some barbecue lard Yo kid, yo n***as is hungry you god! Yo, I know what time it is like clap and flash and shaft Sit down with my n***as, smoke weed, watch a video and laugh Yo, smacking b**hes on the a** Yo, anymore weed to pa**? That's the next question, the next suggestion It's where your rhyme profession, sinking down the drain Yo f** his name, f** the game 8-Off the Assa**inator shooting like the flamethrower Yo God, split the seas like Noah, or should I say Moses Everything is not f**ing dandelions and roses Supposed to fold us, n***as chose us to rock us 8-Off the, stop us, see our dime droppers n***as with the sh** poppers, I'm on some high school sh** Running through the f**ing hall ripping open n***as lockers Seeing if they stole my rhymes Yo kid I'm giving n***as one more chance, one more time to enhance Yo kid I seen a glance of a cat trying to steal my rap All them n***as deserve is a smack Adolf the, I don't like that You a baby need to feed similac, yo god, how about that? I seen you doubt that raw route that Yo Adolf the, how you being to me? Yo you need to wake up smelling the coffee [Hook 1] [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] Cause we complain daily, cursed with all types of bad lucks It's common sense, "everybody's life s**s" Don't you know that? I knew this, my whole life The anglo-saxon, Caucasian, low life The no money broke life, the subway cup holders Street corners, constantly look over you shoulders It's official, we dirty crusty, till d**h do us, or does us It's a shame ain't nobody love us Plus understand this Rugged Man be who the man is I'm trying to piss on white b**hes, trying to act like they Spanish My two fists light you, if I fight you, I bite you Like Mike Tyson, we street-fighting The money, p**y, plus the glamour, none of it's exciting I'm sick of living, I stay depressed make me wanna give in (Make me wanna give in, make me wanna give in, make me wanna give in) I'm not gonna be able to do this sh** y'all Suffolk County that's the place we live Exit 6-2 crazy a** Stonybrook kids Vinnie Baretta Human Beatbox Bum, who be the sickest? Nobody sicker, your click's thick but mine's thicker I rock wit ya, who iller? You outta place Got big balls whip the dick out, f** you in your face The beautiful, the rap leader, the lack of cash dreamer The 450 lb fat b**h a**-eater Yo ask MC Hammer if he seen her I need a freak like Adina, yo Agallah bring the heater They biting styles like mosquita But f** them I stay creeping, which b**h wanna get they p**y eaten? Super-freak hideous I went to school on the special ED minibus Can't trust us, bust us, who rugged? Us Adolf Agallah, R.A. the Rugged Man [Hook 1 x2] [Hook 2 x2] [Outro: Evil Dee] Word up, know what I'm saying, Evil Dee in your area If you listening on ca**ette, you better turn that motherf**er over If you got a CD, let that motherf**er play Cause we going on to the next side