8Ball, McGruff, DMX - Pure Uncut Raw lyrics

DMX, McGruff and Canibus
You know where you heard it first
My man Cardan, G Black, Ralph
Universal Records uh all echoes
Pure Uncut, Eightball DMX barks in background
DMX (WHAT?) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby
Yeah, it's the Pure Uncut, raw
We keep it raw it's the Pure Uncut
Raw we keep it raw - listen

Niggas I fuck wit' is the illest
Baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch
Up with us and kill us long as I feel this
Motherfucker's head with shots
Fucking lead gets hot
And leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cuttin' shit up, like raw keys
Like I'm from Crystal Lake and
My last name is Voorhies
Could have a niggas door keys
And still gun it down
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga
From the ground
Run it clown, you know better
Than to breathe too hard
Word to my kids I'll leave you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga
That they just put in the ground
Slugs make way by the ounce
So I must've put in a pound
At least! Gave it to another nigga for lookin
Money was dead before the
Slugs stopped cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be
There when they bury, you
And we'll just get it on in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu bum?
We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for this rap thing
Down South hustiln' and we
All about the cream stick em up, mad face
Car chase through the city fuck the police
I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
Frank Nitti got a mob down to murder with me
Cats want to stick me
Believe it or not like Ripley i rip thee
Back into a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, fire it up
And watch the fiends come back
Bubblin', real dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball
When them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) mushroom, cloud pimpin'
Victims who breathe in die when I be speakin
Releasin you heard me, are you worthy
To ride with the Suave House
And get down and dirty?

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
(What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw
We keep it raw

Yo where the fuck is the dough?
It's time to bubble and blow
Hit these bitches from the back
Have 'em clutchin' they toes
Once smoked my lungs out
But now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches touch my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug
Beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm on a palm and my gat, swarm attack
Sip Don and Cognac
Ain't just me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you!
Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you
I got' eat
That's like trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple
Niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke
And snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you
Suck the shit out your dick sucker for love
Think you can fuck with McGruff?
Now listen mister
Gruff put your soul in a twister

Just got off the payphone
On a three-way line
With Eightball and Tony Draper askin
Me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I
Touch your knot with the rubber Glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot
But they call me Canibus because I busta lot
You can suck my cock
And got the same transmitted
Disease your mother got
Being unfaithful with me right before
She divorced your pops
She came home at four o'clock, shocked
She was riding me on top
I told the bitch to keep the door locked
I know your heating and hot
Because I touched a sore spot
You got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the jaw-ops you talk dirt
You get dirt thats how
Us ghetto niggas networks
You think that vest works? You
Think you can't get hurt? The bitch in you
Makes you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to man zone Allen
Iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables
You gotta bribe me with a mill' or two
To keep me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin
Answer records and shit
See, what goes around comes around, bitch