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Das EFX

Ready To Rock Ruff Rhymes

 

Ready To Rock Ruff Rhymes

(album: Hold It Down - 1995)


Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
On the mic one time (No diggedy)
For your motherfuckin mind
{Ready to rock rough rhymes} Yeah
We're gonna set it off one time
{Ready to rock rough rhymes}
Here we go, yeah yeah
(Yo D, yo D why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)

Cause I do's a little dance, make a little love
I get the fuck down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry that ass up like I'm Weston
So come equipped and don't slip
Cause if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case niggas wanna flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything aight
Comin out of fuckin Crown Heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My shit be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop

Well lord, yeah this to follow my man on the verse
It's the C-Dog yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
I got rough but now I'ma get rougher
It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
I got the I-to the double-L style
And I don't be no rookie or no beginner
I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner

[Ready to rock rough rhymes] [repeats]

Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the C-Dog back with 12 new lines
With the I'll all-out tight shit for your head
It's the man that'll make niggas rise from the dead
So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
It's the Scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga DL with the beat
And peace to all my niggas on Union Street
And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
DL, yeah, the OE is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (Never that nigga)
We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
I'm comin mad wilder than the West
I leave you souped like sale, I never fail
I boost a track up like the third rail
Fake MC's endangered like a species
Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faeces
I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxim
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine (Get yours nigga)
{Ready to rock rough rhymes}

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case of trouble, we
Got more troopers than Isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like Aaliyah
See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya
Y'know the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cause if a nigga think he got the flow, I stomp it up
So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
Yo Boogie Banger show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slaves
Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassie
My rap be drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
I'm richer than Richie Rich and quicker with the gat, black!
For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with my bread and butter
Cut a nigga in half, laugh then stash the tracy
The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat like Al Roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga I'm
{Ready to rock rough rhymes}

Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das
Solid Scheme, word bond son (Shit come thick)
Y'nah how we do!

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