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letra de ruff era niggas bust - crazy

intro: (crazy)
crazy dahmer alias doc holliday
i took four shots, and i’m back
you m-th-f-ckas surprised?

first verse: (crazy)

ask my n-ggas bout my history, i took four shots
you n-ggas wanna go to war? well here’s your grave plot
mix some weed with the hennessey, i’m starting to trip
we’ll be in providence with roderick, renell and lips
let’s reincarnate bishop, up to where we
northville n-gga, got the chopper for the non-believers
i could’ve sworn that you n-ggas from my town homie
where were you b-tches when the feds came down on me?
i never guessed that my phones were tapped
from texas to atlanta, you n-ggas know i ride strapped
we, run the block n-gga
score the g’s
score from the hoes on the highway talkin’ a hundred ki’s
i want the g’s, n-gga 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 h-ll, bustin’ with my mack-11

second verse: (uncredited, lyric)

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’, f-ck 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 n-gga, 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 f-ck with me, ruff era n-ggas!!!

(4x)

third verse: (uncredited, skandalus)

understand i’m ruff era n-gga til’ i die
certified, p-ss me the clip, watch them bullets fly
see my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky
let n-ggas know i’m the b-tch of this entourage
find that line, everything i touch is platinumized
capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize
you b-tches never could f-ck with me, lyrics crystalized
just like ??? in it’s purest, b-tches droppin’ like flies
surprised? we low ridin’ in crazy’s expedition
when you see it, then do not wonder why yo n-gga’s missin’
i been rappin’ since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission
pack somethin’ bigger than nuts, female intuition
you know you p-ssy -ss b-tches really make me sick
and b-tches that try to stop me can l!ck my cl-t
cuz i’m a bad b-tch, niener the only hoe i trust
so don’t f-ck with my entourage cuz if they bust i bust
i’m scandolous

fourth verse: (uncredited, big pull)

just a young n-gga drinkin’ hard liquor
try me, b-tch you wanna get to heaven quicker
hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three
cuz every n-gga on my team flashin’ red beams
never will i let me enemies capture me
7th ward n-gga’s, smokin’ weed, picture me
be the ones with bandanas and cream
and i’ma flip til’ you m-th-f-ckas murder me
got my glock on my hip, try to f-ck with this
you wanna take it like a man, goin’ fist to fist?
n-gga, i’m smokin’ weed till the end of the world
never forgot about the time i screamed “f-ck the world”
lord forgive me for the sh-t i said
i pray daily, cuz a n-gga got a price on my head
f-ck ’em
we in the expo gettin’ blowed
ninety-nine, this be the realest sh-t i ever wrote
remember me from the st. bernard avenue?
we k!ll each other so imagine what we’d do to you
b-tch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me?
and my m-th-f-ckin’ 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 n-gga cane in the feds, sendin’ me mail
told me “n-gga please pay my bail”
when i bust you bust!

chorus: (crazy)

fifth verse: (uncredited, mr. sleep)

which one of y’all wanna meet a n-gga head on?
infra-red’s and the lead til’ your head gone
call the feds but my clique made of teflon
any n-gga wanna bust he better come strong!
bystanders gettin’ caught up in a war zone
adversaries past tense, n-ggas dead and gone
my heater makin’ n-ggas get they rest on
ak’s stay bustin’ til’ they chest gone!
in the city where these n-ggas stay chopper totin’
minyard find ya with your head bust open
like that, m-th-f-ckas get dealt with
n-ggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip
me and crazy makin’ n-ggas have nightmares
lights out! m-th-f-ckas better say they prayers
from the 4th, so fa sho, i bust quicker
breather life, if you bust, i bust n-gga

sixth verse: (uncredited, legend man)

first if i hit, glock spit, your gut tore
stuck close
f-ck you! i hang with nothin’ but cut-throats
shot through your ligiments
you gettin’ indignant? my n-ggas ignorant
very ignorant, to be sufficient
they gat bustas
that’s slushas, ya block puzzled
we use a silencer to keep the shot m-ffled
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 sh-t
we want your bricks hoe, and quick though
and we sick though
you flashin’ jew-els
we bust a few sh-lls
up that
we greedy, f-ck 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 sh-t to laugh for
so i blast for my figures
you don’t wanna cross ruff era n-ggas

chorus: (crazy)

seventh verse: (uncredited, hakeem)

we devour fake n-ggas, claimin’ to be the realest
we’ll see, so f-ck it, i guess that i’m charged with it
my guards up, my guns c-cked to hit it
your girl jocked to l!ck 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
sh-t 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 n-gga out fa sho
but i handled that so p-ss the mo’
pour it slow, doin’ one-fifteen in the camaro
from the h-town to the n.o
florida, a-l, five-four

eighth verse: (crazy)

feel the wrath of doc holliday
n-gga as i spray
i’m tryin’ to get rid of a hundred rounds of my k
for play
i’ve been bustin’ n-ggas heads for years
henry released me on the world, now it’s time for tears
a hundred breathers screamin’ “k!ll me! we don’t wanna live no more!”
beggin’ jesus to let us into heaven’s door
picture me runnin’ at my adversary, glock in hand
i possess, immortality in this one man
i smell death in the air, n-gga watch me breathe
i was born into this helter-skelter from my mama’s seed
i’m puffin’ weed until these b-tch n-ggas -ss-ssinate me
once i’m in my casket, will these b-tch n-ggas still hate me?
when i die, let me die clutchin’ on my trigga
believe me i would die for these ruff era n-ggas!

chorus: (crazy)

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