Shyheim - The Rugged Onez lyrics

(feat. June Lova, Prophet, Quasi)

[CL Smooth: x4] "Here comes the rugged one"

[Prophet]

Well I'm that ill shitty kid

They call the Prof Nitty kid

I'm one muthafuckin ill crazy inner city kid

(What!) Step the fuck back then relax

Rough is on a full scale attack black

Huh, I'm packin a full metal jacket

A bat, 21 guns and a hatchet

What's that? Some ill shit kid you can't match it

Don't even try to meet it cause you can't fuckin catch it

(Aww fuck!) Baby you're shit outta luck

Cause I'm crazy, maybe it's best that you duck

Got the shit I can't hide, some call it animos

It burns deep inside and that's how I get heated

When I see the likes of you that's the only time I need it

Remember last meetin, I left my knuckles bleedin

Now my palms are bloody cause I'm countin blood money

That I rob from your man in the land of milk and honey

You can't do me none son when I smoke my Meth

I feel no pain, no death, so what the fuck is left

You see me meditate well then you see me in my home

Way deep inside my dome that's the place where I roam

Where knowledge and the wisdom, understandin of the lord

Is stored, if you're lured everybody grab your sword

If I live by the sword then I die by the sword

I'll die by the sword I swear to the fuckin lord

Cause I'm takin niggas out like you never saw

See my sword is my tongue that's how I get the job done

I still grab my gun cause I'm a fuckin rugged one

[Chorus x2:]

We came to rock (What)

We came to rip (What)

And with the rugged styles yo bust the way we flip it

[Shyheim]

Now here we go again another brother catchin heart

Ain't that some shit I gotta rip him apart

Too many MCs fake funk claimin raw

You better hit floors soon as I declare war

Comin straight at cha, better run quick from a click

That's sick with a bunch of lunatics

For those who slept I want your rep wanna bet

Today'll be your day of regret

Cause the Rugged Child is comin to town

To find a whole ground that can get beat down

Huh, how you like me now I get down for my crown

With a fat sound that shakes from the underground

[June Lova]

Bringin ruckus to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fast

Try to test me, buck buck buck on that ass

I don't fake none

When I pull out I'm down to take one's life

I'm trife so watch what you say son

Just came from up north catchin flashbacks

Brothers doin that same old shit

I planned on chillin when I got home

But now it's like I'm all alone cause everybody's playin Al Capone

No one to stay positive with

Everybody's sellin drugs and all that good shit

So I parlay on the forcin tip

The studio is where you'll find me just like back in 1990

But Joe, everywhere I go is like June how you been

Sorry I couldn't come to see you when you were in

Yeah, my man save all that bullshit

Cause if you really cared you wouldn'ta came to see a nigga quit

Word is bond, that's how I kicked it

No disrespect intended, don't get offended

I had to learn the hard way that there is no friends

How many of us have them

When shit gets real everybody's on the run

So niggas watch a back, here I come, here I come

[Chorus x4]

[Quasi]

It was a cold day in hell when they all heard the word

Everybody's eyes swelled and all the heads turned

It went "The ill killer and the shitty Prof Nitty

Was fuckin blowin up spots all over the city"

And everybody cheered "There a party over here!"

Tryin to get our attention, but really need I mention

That my mind was set upon a most highest intention

For me to praise his name that's the reason why I came

That's the muthafuckin name so don't ask the same question twice

Like who's the muthafuckin real Christ

I already told ya once I'm too fuckin nice

So I'll tell you again, it's Allah see who decend

From the root of David to the line of Solomon

All the way down to the muthafuckin end so uhh

You and your friends just get on down

I ain't talkin about dancin, face the fuckin ground

Hands upon your head kid do as I said

Kid it's too late you're dead, good fuckin riddance

And if I get bagged I'ma do the life sentence

So I'm out on a lam, don't tell em where I am

Even though I got the hearts and the smarts

To rip the shit to shambles

Just like the Huns and the vandals

Yo I'm the one more souped up than Campbells

Why? Cause I got the gats good and plenty

For the 1-2-2 you and the 120

So go and bring your crew if you wanna get done

By the true and the Wu, cause here come the rugged onez

[Chorus x4]

[Sample x4]