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letra de fuckin wit a gangster - ruste juxx

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[verse 1: ruste juxx]
you know what crime is it, 211
juxx 7:30 with a 357
4:20 i’d be puffin that magic
smoking some disaster, inhaling that tragic
ya’ll know who’s the best mc that’s no brainer
godzilla son blow smoke you no flamer
i’ve been a barbarian, haggard-ed viking
run up on the stage stab ya’ll for the mic ‘an
commence the slaughtering, sharper than a meat cleaver
raised in h-ll, bark it like a street sweeper
mark it [?] hit you with the double barrel
i put about twenty more holes through your apparel
call me the finisher, not mr.c
but i rep brooklyn hard till i d.i.e
so why try me
i’m so deadly
j.u. double x r.u.s.t.e

[interlude: ruste juxx]
ya n-gga, check my motherf-cking record. n0body f-ckin with me. platinum. underground

[hook]
you f-ckin wit a gangster
gangster n-ggas born to k!ll
any rat n-ggas signing them papers sworn to squeal
you f-ckin wit a mobster
mobster n-ggas live the life
screaming f-ck you pay me twice
i’m that nice
you f-ckin wit a gangster
gangster n-ggas born to k!ll
any rat n-ggas signing them papers sworn to squeal
you f-ckin wit a mobster
mobster n-ggas live the life
screaming f-ck you pay me twice
i’m that nice

[verse 2: ruste juxx]
yo i’m from brooklyn, k!llah crown heights to be exact
homicide, drugs and gangs is where it’s at
white cops wanna pull me over cause i’m black
i ain’t stoppin cause i’m strapped
with a pocket full of crack
hideout what, f-ck the gingerbread man
come lookin for me you’d be a certified dead man
black out like redman f-ckin with meth
you should’ve been weaving a right, ducking a left
i shine brighter
than your top five lime-lighters
you snitchin
whole bunch of drop down crime fighters
b-tches ain’t sh-t, n-ggas is worth less
“so what you do. execute-em” what was your first guess
i’m very un-rational
a lot of suckers like to use the word “dramatical”
to make em sound radical
but why try me
i’m so deadly
j.u double x r.u.s.t.e

[hook]

[verse 3: sean price]
f-ck you and your fubu sweater
your cheap -ss jeans and your zulu leather
you shoot true never, i’m the son of jor-el
turn my toothbrush to a shank and have fun in the jail
everything i spit is real and i mean it
jigga payin dwayne, i’m payin gilbert arenas
i don’t buy work, i take it from dudes who heard wrong
survival of the fittest, handle my business and get gone
you the sh-t sean, call me el-dookie
pitch rock the fiend, your tight jeans lupe
i stay to myself cause i don’t like convo
i stay gettin fresh, i don’t dress like marco
polo, in levi’s strictly
nike’s on my feet i stay o50
so fly n-gga, i don’t know why
good muslim brother, big beard no bow tie

[hook]

[outro: sean price]
ya just for record this sean p, younahmean. i write all of ruste’s sh-t,younahmean. if you a ruste juxx fan i know your a sean price fan, younahmean. i’m the ghost-writer. p. and marco kinda fly wright now, i wanna change the line, but the verse is too hot. i’m out [laughs]

- ruste juxx

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