Ruthless Bastards - Misery, Pain & Hunger lyrics

* from the forthcoming "The Drama Begins" [Infrared] Uh-huh, yea, yea, uh-huh huh huh huh Huh huh huh, yea, eh yo I went from hoop schemes to loop dreams Sellin to untrue fiends to get C.R.E.A.M. is how we do things If you the king, prepare to get down for your crown My n***as go round for round, with the clubs or the pound Yea, and you know talk is cheap when you walk these streets You just get caught by the beast and, caught up in beef But the Blaquesmiths got that sh**, make me zone out Pull the chrome out, blow your bones out Then again, that's all that I know, I'm guaranteed to blow Cop a phat lab with acres so my weed could grow Infrared, Ruthless, that's all you need to know We straight up, thoroughbred hard head n***as that don't listen We comin for yo' po-sition with the fo' spittin You better off snitchin, f**in with the cop Cuz when me copblock your block, we have you thuggin your drops This for all my hustlin n***as, stuck in them spots And all my strugglin n***as livin the hard knock To all y'all n***as, think y'all the sh** when y'all not Let me tell y'all one thing, we comin for y'all spot All Glocks up, life ain't just glitters and gold When we pop up, y'all n***as get the jitters and fold We hold your block up, you can't stop mine They clock nine, pull more shots then wine It's our time to shine [Chorus x2: Blizzard & Sha Gotti together] Ruthless is the illest, our slugs don't miss We pistol-whip the thirteenth n***a and blunts we twist The girls that give us head is the girls you kiss Come through my hood with a Roly, n***as'll cut off your wrist [Blizzard] A ba*tard is a n***a who ain't got no pops I didn't need him, he wan' half when Blizz' ride to the top Never that though, high style, eyes low from hydro Never pop Crist' or Moe', strictly pop metal When you beef with Blizz', the beef is never settled Pops never there, so I gotta struggle just to eat The beast are tryin to wipe all my hustlers off the streets Run up in my crib, to my grandmom's, all types of heat Wake my grandpop's up out of his sleep, grabbin me From under my sheets and said, "You comin with me" Cuz my crews on top, they tryin to bring us to the bottom Give it to a hater who try to cross my path, causin problems And the lies, who's involved? I write my hunger over beats and bars These n***as wanna see me starve, I gotta get this cheddar Can't feed my daughter Wu-Wear and leathers The Drama Begins, and I'm bringin it to whoever [Chorus - replace "slugs" on line one with "guns"] [Chorus] [Sha Gotti] Locked in prison, givin n***as facial incisions Gettin head on the V.I. floor, from a pigeon f**in nymphos, throwin co*ktails through n***as windows An ounce of weed, two Glocks on the yacht with yo' bi-atch Never k** nothin, makin d**h threats, bull-ets in doors of vets Hot lead melt ya sets, stick ya for ya baguettes Yo, I blast for this C.R.E.A.M., sippin cash is a dream Cash Rules Everything Around My team We extortin n***as wildin, smilin on Riker's Island Hot slugs'll burn you, whereabouts don't concern you Gotti, Black M-O-B, ring on my pinky Eyes chinky from hydro smoke, guns we tote Cement on your Wally shoes, throw you off the ferry boat [Chorus - replace "slugs" on line one with "guns"] [Chorus x2]