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letra de pure uncut (remix) - eightball

[eightball]

dmx mcgruff and canibus. you know where you heard it first. my man cardin, g
black, ralph, universal records. uh -all echoes-. pure uncut, eightball -dmx
barks in background- dmx (what?) dmx, mcgruff, mcgruff, and canibus, baby.
yeah, it’s the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw. it’s the pure uncut, raw we
keep it raw. listen…

[dmx]

n-gg-s at ruff ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
and sh-t we do today is gon’ catch up with us and kill us
long as i feel this, motherf-cker’s head is shot
f-cking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
ruff ryders cut the sh-t up, like raw keys
like that crystal aching my last ?name is raheed?
it can happen n-gg-s, dog keys, and still gun it down
only cause i know how you look up to a n-gg-, from the ground
running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heart?
?for my kids? i thank you god
and if you don’t know, ask a n-gg-, that they just put in the ground
slugs ran out of him, so i must’ve put in a pound
at least! i gave it to another n-gg- for lookin
money, ?could never stop my slugs? from cookin
remember me, cause i’ma be there when they bury, you
leave your skeleton in the cemetery

[eightball]
dum, du-du, dum
who got the, who got the b-m bu-bu b-m?
we wrap it up and smoke it, sixty green
i’m a fiend for this rap thing
down south hustiln’ and we all about the cream
stick em up, mad face, car chase through the city
f-ck the police, i’m mad plus i’m going off that gritty
frank ?nitty? got a mob down to murder with me
catch one to stick me, believe it or not, i cripply
i rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech
pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
bucklin, real dogs stay around for troublin
eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start b-mblin
rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
victims who lie there die when i be speakin, releasin
you heard me, are you worthy
to ride with the suave house and get down and dirty?

chorus [eightball]

its the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw-2x-
baby pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
its the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
(what?) n-gg-, pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
-repeat-

[mcgruff]

yo; where the f-ck is the dough? it’s time to bubble and blow
if i spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
once smoked my lungs out, but now i f-ck with my nose
perform shows, bad b-tches crunchin my clothes
yo i’m ‘gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
man i’m on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip don and cognac
ain’t just me, my whole freakin army strapped
aiyyo, f-ck that! and f-ck you! who the f-ck you?
touch you, you act like you want trouble
money don’t know you, don’t rub you, i got’ eat, that’s like trying to tell me
don’t hustle
i gotta blow a couple, n-gg-s away just to show the muscle
yo, i squeeze till your vocal tussle
n-gg-s please, i got keys, c-ke, and snow to bubble
hoes to cuff you, f-ck you, suck the sh-t out your d-ck
sucker for love, think you can f-ck with mcgruff?
now listen mister
gruff put your soul in a twister

[canibus]

just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with eightball and tony draper
askin me for a favor
now let me take it from the top i touch your knot, with the rubber glock
then i take your t-tle, n-gg-, f-ck your spot
peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me canibus because i bust
a lot
you can suck my c-ck, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got
being a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop
she came home at four o’clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
i told the b-tch to keep the door locked, i know your heating up hot
because i touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
i punch you in the jaw-ops
you talk dirt, you get dirt that’s how i stand on n-gg-s networks
you think that best works? you think you can’t get hurt?
the b-tch in you, makes you run for cover when i spit at you
a man-to-man zone allen iverson couldn’t dribble through
rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
to keep me from killing you with the lyrical
all you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin sh-t
see, what goes around comes around, b-tch

- eightball

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