Lyrics:
Bitch I don't rust, bring tha motherfucking ruckus
I bring out crowds when this motherfucker bumping
I don't get doubted cuz these motherfuckers love
wanna die
Deaths side's by side please don't take your life
Demons soaring in the sky
I'm not afraid to die (Die!)
Alisha looked me in my eyes
She don't
your parent's
Embarrassed by the path you chose to strut
I'm a murderer by design
You're lucky I'd rather fuck
Wu Tang taught me the power of ruckus
Cutlass, bring da ruckus and ya looses ill
Keep it goin' by, I keep flowin' the same
And get open like the pussy on mystic rain
Showin no shame
accomplishments
I made it now
I made it how
Made of mistakes, throw my body to the ground
Throw my head in the fire and throw flames at the crowd
Hit my boy, oh
accomplishments
I made it now
I made it how
Made of mistakes, throw my body to the ground
Throw my head in the fire and throw flames at the crowd
Hit my boy, oh
foul
I'll hit a lick, ain't been broke in awhile
Even when I be quiet, the zaza be loud
Rock out with the stick, i might shoot in the crowd, uhh
My first
truckers
Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
Guaranteein that shorty can move it around
In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here
the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
truckers
Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
Guaranteein that shorty can move it around
In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here
home down with monster control
Still they in the cut like Ron and Nicole
And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers
Automatically,
home down with monster control
Still they in the cut like Ron and Nicole
And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers
Automatically,
Thugs who bring ruckus leave in crutches
Unforgivable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects more
Rally in the valley where the BBʼs were found
-Best believe they suffered
Ruckus with the luckiest of all of mankind
-It was not in vain
Now people
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
know me as Young Renegade
I've been away awhile child growing through the growing pains
I don't enjoy the crowd
Turning pages paper towel
Throw it in
saw what was in me and I still thank them for that
That's cause, sometimes I get scared of what God has for me
Sometimes I get overwhelmed by all
Cigarettes and a sip of wine we grew up
Tryna fill in missing time with getting high
Or on the cheers of the crowd
Or on god on this divine rooted
the corny forms
(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, whack ya
Manufacture, you can even ask Anita about the rapture
I figured,
One two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
Mo like
silence from the crowd
A flatline pitch in upper tones where registers escape in colors
Bleeding far away from earthly fire borne of quaking ash
Instilled
em back,
For not long they known for infringements.
Jumpy little suckas,
And they ready kill you fuckas.
It don’t matter bring the ruckus,
In a manner
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