Marc "n***a" Nilez - What The f** lyrics

[Verse 1: Akinyele] It's the Ak that rock that freaky beats Staying on the job like them n***as home from work release I hear rappers talk like they're the hardest Well, I be in jails trying to get bails to come over from the real murder charges I put you in a hearse, kid Rock with vanity virgins so f** her right in the rhyme without the cursive Huh, I get illy ripping this sh** like a villy You fish a** n***as, you best go free Willy I recite paragraphs that'll razor label rappers who bite So I can rip it from their a** to their appetite You not ready for this y'all, nope You silly dopes know that I cut your throats like Stacy Lattisaw Rugged Man [Hook] (Cause we was up in the prison, prison, prison Up in the prison Rugged Man, what the f** is going on? Come on, word bond) What the f**? (Rugged Man, what the f**?) What the f**? (Akinyele, what the f**?) What the f**? (Rugged Man, what the f**?) Is going on? (Up in the prison, prison) What the f**? (What the f**? What the f**? (Up in the prison, prison) What the f** is going on? (Up in the prison, prison) [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] Yo, down with my man Akinyele, rock well east in L.I I know the spot well, when we die we go to Valhalla, not hell We vikings, see the way I trill, spit the real sh**, don't care about selling That's how sh** is, I don't need sh**, remix Larry Holmes, 81 inches, that's what the reach is Eat this, lay down, face down, stay down, way down It's too late now, you ain't safe now It's getting crowded as Auschwitz You f** without sh** How's this on some hillbilly down south sh**, acknowledge Rugged Man always bring the wild sh** I'm sick of big budget videos and shiny outfits [Hook] [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] Some people hate us, some people love us See us in the club getting fat b**hes' numbers I'm scared to get tested cause I never wear rubbers The basics, break it, race kids See us spray kids, dangerousness, dangerousesses People too scared to walk where we live You got beef, I'm at the crib And I'll be waiting with my shorts off Sitting on the porch with the sawed off Blow your balls off, you all soft [Verse 4: Akinyele] Guys, you better recognize I'm one of the illest lyricists that ever exist So watch your back like Zorro I take a toll on your a** like the crown Burrough f** it, I'm thorough n***as better face the facts or get smacked In the face with the gat I turned pretty boys into Craig Mack's Sometime it be's like that The name Akinyele remains a true remaining fact [Hook]