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letra de uncle ruckus - y.cb

[intro: jiggz]
crossfields patrolling the streets
and we hate these blacks like ruckus

[chorus: jiggz]
crossfields patrolling the streets
and we hate these blacks like ruckus
[?] are a bunch of f-ckers
[?] boy some suckers
i’m really out live in these streets
and i hate these blacks like ruckus
[?] so f-cking b-tters
do i even shank him? he already suffers
if my father knew what i was gripping
i swear he’d send me back to kingston
got two long shanks that’s siblings
lisa and bart, but they ain’t no simpsons
no heat in the trap it’s freezing
ice in thе tea like the trap was lipton
in lovе with my zk’s rhythm
dodge them feds
free my guys in prison

[verse 2: lj]
caught through the [?], tryna lurk for souls
you roll with shanks, not poles
see me and jiggz and they’re on their toes
they’re running through mains what a bunch of hoes
them man there scared their heart just froze
if they didn’t run then there’s blades in bones
got [?] so we visit homes
we got them shook like “leave me alone”
we got them scared to leave their guri
they don’t wanna see me on a back-road, blacked out mask and a blacked out hoodie
grey flag, zk and a pushy
the streets are dark, the beef is hot but you know that i’m involved fully
[?] said “wagwan” to [?]
[?] got wet like some [?] p-ssy
[verse 3: jiggz]
been outside tryna get man finished (i am)
but [?] don’t know ’bout that
this p-ssio claims that i don’t do works
but he watched [?] dash off like a f-g
my kitch’ got stuck in [?]
oh my days, n-gga give that back
[?]
dumb b-tch, no i don’t give a d-mn
tell me how did the 28 screw it
but i done knew that the spinners don’t bang
freshly bladed, their knees were juicing
come, we go lurk where the pagans hang
lewisham thot asked me why i bully her
man, dumb b-tch, no i don’t give a d-mn
serious members, crossfields steppers
zk drench up your f-cking gang

[verse 4: lj]
we left him wet like a [?]
live on the a i’m a well known attacker
on the field scoring goals like kaka
back my tool and them boy just scatter
tryna leave him dead up
but them boy just back off
tryna leave him wet up
but them boy just dash off
them boys just leg
when they see the see the [?]
best not trip, curl up like quavers
them man are g-y it’s all so blatant
internet talkers, them yutes some haters
been to your block and it’s all so vacant
[?] and stain him
[chorus: jiggz]
crossfields patrolling the streets
and we hate these blacks like ruckus
[?] are a bunch of f-ckers
[?] boy some suckers
i’m really out live in these streets
and i hate these blacks like ruckus
[?] so f-cking b-tters
do i even shank him? he already suffers
if my father knew what i was gripping
i swear he’d send me back to kingston
got two long shanks that’s siblings
lisa and bart, but they ain’t no simpsons
no heat in the trap it’s freezing
ice in the tea like the trap was lipton
in love with my zk’s rhythm
dodge them feds
free my guys in prison

- y cb

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