Текст (слова) песни: Crazy f Ruff Era All-Stars - Ruff Era Niggas Bust

(Crazy)
Crazy Don alias Doc Holliday
I took four shots, and I`m back
You muthafuckas surprised?

(Crazy+????):
Ask my niggas bout my history, I took four shots
You niggas wanna go to war? Well here`s your grave plot
Mix some weed with the hennessey, I start to trip
We`ll be in Providence with Roderick, runnin` the lip
Let`s reincarnate Bishop, up to where we
Northville nigga, got the chopper for the Non-believers
I could`ve sworn that you niggas from my town homie
Where were you bitches when the feds came down on me?
I never guessed that my phones were tapped
From Texas to Atlanta, you niggas know I ride strapped
We, run the block nigga
Score the G`s
Score from the hoes on the highway talkin` a hundred ki`s
I want the G`s, nigga that`s the only way
Put some hennessey in my casket on my death day
And if I die, I`m hopin` that I get to heaven
If not I`m goin` to Hell, bustin` with my Mack-11

(Uncredited male rapper)
Get ready for combat,
Known for totin` straps or prior
Tire, all black, smokin` sacks, intended acts
Caps get peeled back on gats that`s stolen
Gimme what`cha holdin`, fuck all the bull dozin`
Straight foreclosin`
Shops on blocks with glocks
Plow on the clock
But we don`t all stop
Puttin` the red dot and that`s on top
Of Presidents,
Chopper City Residents,
Evidence irrelevant for marchin` a settlement
With a regiment of soldiers
In fatigues, blazin` weed
Chasin` at top speed, stackin` G`s,
Pumpin` ki`s
You know the stee
Me and T, trunk blazin`
Duct tapin`, pocket rapin`,
Beenie masqueradin`
Regulatin` lames
In the game, for the cane
Layin` in the pubic range of your dame
Bustin` brains for chump change
And remain the same
Meals, deals, legs
Wheels concealed
Steals battlefields from the `Ville to the Hill
Throw Cita, night creeper
Equal to gettin` cheeba
Workin` off the beeper, twerkin` your senorita
Peeped ya, from the hidin`
Can`t help ya nigga, dividin`
Won`t stop us
Spittin` with choppers, you can`t dodge it

Chorus (Crazy):

You bust! I bust with my trigga
You don`t wanna fuck with me, RUFF ERA NIGGAS!!!

(4x)

(Uncredited Female Rapper)
Understand I`m Ruff Era Nigga til` I die
Certified, pass me the clip, watch them bullets fly
See my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky
Let niggas know I`m the bitch of this entourage
Find that line, everything I touch is platinumized
Capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize
You bitches never could fuck with me, lyrics crystalized
Just like ??? in it`s purest, bitches droppin` like flies
Surprised? We low ridin` in Crazy`s expedition
When you see it, then do not wonder why yo nigga`s missin`
I been rappin` since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission
Pack somethin` bigger than nuts, female intuition
You know you pussy ass bitches really make me sick
And bitches that try to stop me can lick my clit
Cuz I`m a bad bitch, niener the only hoe I trust
So don`t fuck with my entourage cuz if they bust I bust
I`m scandolous

(Uncredited Male rapper)
Just a young nigga drinkin` malt liquor
Try me, bitch you wanna get to heaven quicker
Hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three
Cuz every nigga on my team flashin` red beams
Never will I let me enemies capture me
Strap a bomb nigga, smokin` weed, picture me
Be the ones with bandanas and cream
And I`ma flip til` you muthafuckas murder me
Got my glock on my hip, try to fuck with this
You wanna take it like a man, goin` fist to fist?
Nigga, I`m smokin` weed til` I enter the World
Never forgot about the time I screamed "Fuck the World"
Lord forgive me for the shit I said
I pray daily, cuz a nigga got a price on my head
Fuck `em
We in the expo gettin` blowed
Ninety-nine, this be the realest shit I ever wrote
Remember me from the St. Bernard Avenue?
We kill each other so imagine what we`d do to you
Bitch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me?
And my muthafuckin` mausburg two-twenty three
The police got me crazy
I can`t walk in my own hood, that`s the way you made me
My nigga Cane in the feds, sendin` me mail
Told me "Nigga please pay my bail"
When I bust you bust!

Chorus

(uncredited male rapper)
Which one of y`all wanna meet a nigga head on?
Infra-red`s and the lead til` your head gone
Call the feds but my clique made of teflon
Any nigga wanna bust he better come strong!
Bystanders gettin` caught up in a war zone
Adversaries past tense, niggas dead and gone
My heater makin` niggas get they rest on
AK`s stay bustin` til` they chest gone!
In the city where these niggas stay chopper totin`
Minyard find ya with your head bust open
Like that, muthafuckas get dealt with
Niggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip
Me and Crazy makin` niggas have nightmares
Lights out! Muthafuckas better say they prayers
From the four, so fa sho, I bust quicker
Breather Life, if you bust, I bust nigga

(uncredited male rapper)
First if I hit, glock spit, your gut tore
Stuck close
Fuck you! I hang with nothin` but cut-throats
Shot through your ligiments
You gettin` indignant? My niggas ignorant
Very ignorant, to be sufficient
They gat bustas
That`s slushas, ya block puzzled
We use a silencer to keep the shot muffled
You thugs and losers
Drug abusers
Scheme runners
We savages, look what New Orleans done us!
We tryin` to get ours by plottin` to get yours
Skip those that ain`t got shit
We want your bricks hoe, and quick though
And we sick though
You flashin` jew-els
We bust a few shells
Up that
We greedy, fuck that
You outta luck Black
I`m beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostile
Been wild, when I get mine, then I smile
Right now, ain`t shit to laugh for
So I blast for my figures
You don`t wanna cross Ruff Era niggas

Chorus

(BMG)
We devour fake niggas, claimin` to be the realest
We`ll see, so fuck it, I guess that I`m charged with it
My guards up, my guns cocked to hit it
Your girl jocked to lick it
You gotta die if you snitchin`
Who got the weed? Fire it up
Check and see if them people got that boy, wire it up
Hit `em twice in the gut
A dead issue, man you see `em on the South Side smokin` a swisher
See the news caught`cha picture
BMG done got wit`cha
Shit he must don`t know, now go on and cope
Them downtown warriors, we cut throat
We drop and run inside and bustin` through the door
Heard `em hit the floor
Silencers on the four-four
Hit Sam on the mobile
Man, that hoe ain`t no more
He ain`t play the game how it go
Tried to cross a nigga out fa sho
But I handled that so pass the Mo`
Pour it slow, doin` one-fifteen in the Camaro
From the H-town to the N.O.
Florida, A-L, Five-four

(Crazy)
Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday
Nigga as I spray

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Crazy f Ruff Era All-Stars - Ruff Era Niggas Bust (Crazy) Crazy Don alias Doc Holliday I took four shots, and I`m back You muthafuckas surprised? (Crazy+????): Ask my niggas bout my history, I took four shots You niggas wanna go to war? Well here`s your grave plot Mix some weed with the hennessey, I start to trip We`ll be in Providence with Roderick, runnin` the lip Let`s reincarnate Bishop, up to where we Northville nigga, got the chopper for the Non-believers I could`ve sworn that you niggas from my town homie Where were you bitches when the feds came down on me? I never guessed that my phones were tapped From Texas to Atlanta, you niggas know I ride strapped We, run the block nigga Score the G`s Score from the hoes on the highway talkin` a hundred ki`s I want the G`s, nigga that`s the only way Put some hennessey in my casket on my death day And if I die, I`m hopin` that I get to heaven If not I`m goin` to Hell, bustin` with my Mack-11 (Uncredited male rapper) Get ready for combat, Known for totin` straps or prior Tire, all black, smokin` sacks, intended acts Caps get peeled back on gats that`s stolen Gimme what`cha holdin`, fuck all the bull dozin` Straight foreclosin` Shops on blocks with glocks Plow on the clock But we don`t all stop Puttin` the red dot and that`s on top Of Presidents, Chopper City Residents, Evidence irrelevant for marchin` a settlement With a regiment of soldiers In fatigues, blazin` weed Chasin` at top speed, stackin` G`s, Pumpin` ki`s You know the stee Me and T, trunk blazin` Duct tapin`, pocket rapin`, Beenie masqueradin` Regulatin` lames In the game, for the cane Layin` in the pubic range of your dame Bustin` brains for chump change And remain the same Meals, deals, legs Wheels concealed Steals battlefields from the `Ville to the Hill Throw Cita, night creeper Equal to gettin` cheeba Workin` off the beeper, twerkin` your senorita Peeped ya, from the hidin` Can`t help ya nigga, dividin` Won`t stop us Spittin` with choppers, you can`t dodge it Chorus (Crazy): You bust! I bust with my trigga You don`t wanna fuck with me, RUFF ERA NIGGAS!!! (4x) (Uncredited Female Rapper) Understand I`m Ruff Era Nigga til` I die Certified, pass me the clip, watch them bullets fly See my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky Let niggas know I`m the bitch of this entourage Find that line, everything I touch is platinumized Capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize You bitches never could fuck with me, lyrics crystalized Just like ??? in it`s purest, bitches droppin` like flies Surprised? We low ridin` in Crazy`s expedition When you see it, then do not wonder why yo nigga`s missin` I been rappin` since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission Pack somethin` bigger than nuts, female intuition You know you pussy ass bitches really make me sick And bitches that try to stop me can lick my clit Cuz I`m a bad bitch, niener the only hoe I trust So don`t fuck with my entourage cuz if they bust I bust I`m scandolous (Uncredited Male rapper) Just a young nigga drinkin` malt liquor Try me, bitch you wanna get to heaven quicker Hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three Cuz every nigga on my team flashin` red beams Never will I let me enemies capture me Strap a bomb nigga, smokin` weed, picture me Be the ones with bandanas and cream And I`ma flip til` you muthafuckas murder me Got my glock on my hip, try to fuck with this You wanna take it like a man, goin` fist to fist? Nigga, I`m smokin` weed til` I enter the World Never forgot about the time I screamed "Fuck the World" Lord forgive me for the shit I said I pray daily, cuz a nigga got a price on my head Fuck `em We in the expo gettin` blowed Ninety-nine, this be the realest shit I ever wrote Remember me from the St. Bernard Avenue? We kill each other so imagine what we`d do to you Bitch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me? And my muthafuckin` mausburg two-twenty three The police got me crazy I can`t walk in my own hood, that`s the way you made me My nigga Cane in the feds, sendin` me mail Told me "Nigga please pay my bail" When I bust you bust! Chorus (uncredited male rapper) Which one of y`all wanna meet a nigga head on? Infra-red`s and the lead til` your head gone Call the feds but my clique made of teflon Any nigga wanna bust he better come strong! Bystanders gettin` caught up in a war zone Adversaries past tense, niggas dead and gone My heater makin` niggas get they rest on AK`s stay bustin` til` they chest gone! In the city where these niggas stay chopper totin` Minyard find ya with your head bust open Like that, muthafuckas get dealt with Niggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip Me and Crazy makin` niggas have nightmares Lights out! Muthafuckas better say they prayers From the four, so fa sho, I bust quicker Breather Life, if you bust, I bust nigga (uncredited male rapper) First if I hit, glock spit, your gut tore Stuck close Fuck you! I hang with nothin` but cut-throats Shot through your ligiments You gettin` indignant? My niggas ignorant Very ignorant, to be sufficient They gat bustas That`s slushas, ya block puzzled We use a silencer to keep the shot muffled You thugs and losers Drug abusers Scheme runners We savages, look what New Orleans done us! We tryin` to get ours by plottin` to get yours Skip those that ain`t got shit We want your bricks hoe, and quick though And we sick though You flashin` jew-els We bust a few shells Up that We greedy, fuck that You outta luck Black I`m beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostile Been wild, when I get mine, then I smile Right now, ain`t shit to laugh for So I blast for my figures You don`t wanna cross Ruff Era niggas Chorus (BMG) We devour fake niggas, claimin` to be the realest We`ll see, so fuck it, I guess that I`m charged with it My guards up, my guns cocked to hit it Your girl jocked to lick it You gotta die if you snitchin` Who got the weed? Fire it up Check and see if them people got that boy, wire it up Hit `em twice in the gut A dead issue, man you see `em on the South Side smokin` a swisher See the news caught`cha picture BMG done got wit`cha Shit he must don`t know, now go on and cope Them downtown warriors, we cut throat We drop and run inside and bustin` through the door Heard `em hit the floor Silencers on the four-four Hit Sam on the mobile Man, that hoe ain`t no more He ain`t play the game how it go Tried to cross a nigga out fa sho But I handled that so pass the Mo` Pour it slow, doin` one-fifteen in the Camaro From the H-town to the N.O. Florida, A-L, Five-four (Crazy) Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday Nigga as I spray Нравится песня? 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