Kyo Itachi, Ruste Juxx, F.T Stand Out - Termin 8 lyrics
[Kyo Itachi, Ruste Juxx, F.T Stand Out - Termin 8 lyrics]
B, BK Assassin yeah! The Art o' War nigga
BK assassin uh'huh, yeah!
I'll be that BK Assassin ruste Juxx nigga
Hah!
Ayo I root for the villain
Shoot for the killin'
Hustle hard, gotta stack loot for the peelin'
First name Ruste, last name Juxx
Middle name crime, heist, motherfuckin' crook
Used to sell weed, now I sell raps
Pussy police still settin' up traps
Tryin' to catch me slippin' but
I will never fall
Big cock in your hole, I was never small
No not all, 12 inch singles
Hot enough to make you stop
Jock when you mingle
Kyo Itachi, he's the producer
Niggas try to block me
He'll probably shoot ya
Just off the GP, strapped with a G-L
O-C-K, Its France to BK
Look into my eyes, you will see the realist
Kicks to them Mafia, cartel killers
Guns in the air shoot 'em up no doubt
Brooklyn in the motherfuckin' hoooouuse!
Juxx is the band he rock
Bitches let they panties drop
'Cause they want this black dick
Up in they mouth
Back with a vengeance, huntin' for ya head
Leave you slumped in the street
Pumped full a lead
It's all in the game, same old hood shit
Granddaddy Blueberry
Son I got that good shit
I don't fuck around, I just buck a round
And let yall punk bitches
Know who runnin' town
Trigger finger itchin'
Won't hesitate to scratch it
World class beat down, you about to catch it
Don't follow rules, homie I break 'em
High yellow bad bitches, homie I scrape 'em
Put her on the stroll
Make her strip for a pimp
Prego sauce, nigga lobster n' shrimp
I'm like, Bishop in Juice, Kane in Menace
Once I aim at a lame
Son his brain is finished
Record labels writin' checks tryin'
To change my image
'Cause, I rap about pain, cocaine
And spinach i got a metaphor habit
Spit letters on the rapid to tell the truth
I'm way ahead of y'all babbies
I can't be stopped like Biggie in his prime
And niggas only rep New York
City in they rhymes
My committee's on the grind
With titties on they mind
That's probably why your bitch actin'
Shitty all the time
I move like a boss, talk like pimp
Fight like a boxer
Niggas say I live the life of a mobster
Naw i'm a beast, I live the life of a monster
Eatin' niggas
Motherfuckers need to tightin' they roster
Plus I smoke weed like I'm a rasta move boy
I pee in your food and spit in your pasta
Motherfucker!
Tryin' to catch me slippin' but
I will never fall I don't fuck around
I'll be that BK Assassin
First name Ruste, Last name Juxx
Kyo Itachi, he's the producer
BK assassin uh'huh, yeah!
I'll be that BK Assassin ruste Juxx nigga
Hah!
Ayo I root for the villain
Shoot for the killin'
Hustle hard, gotta stack loot for the peelin'
First name Ruste, last name Juxx
Middle name crime, heist, motherfuckin' crook
Used to sell weed, now I sell raps
Pussy police still settin' up traps
Tryin' to catch me slippin' but
I will never fall
Big cock in your hole, I was never small
No not all, 12 inch singles
Hot enough to make you stop
Jock when you mingle
Kyo Itachi, he's the producer
Niggas try to block me
He'll probably shoot ya
Just off the GP, strapped with a G-L
O-C-K, Its France to BK
Look into my eyes, you will see the realist
Kicks to them Mafia, cartel killers
Guns in the air shoot 'em up no doubt
Brooklyn in the motherfuckin' hoooouuse!
Juxx is the band he rock
Bitches let they panties drop
'Cause they want this black dick
Up in they mouth
Back with a vengeance, huntin' for ya head
Leave you slumped in the street
Pumped full a lead
It's all in the game, same old hood shit
Granddaddy Blueberry
Son I got that good shit
I don't fuck around, I just buck a round
And let yall punk bitches
Know who runnin' town
Trigger finger itchin'
Won't hesitate to scratch it
World class beat down, you about to catch it
Don't follow rules, homie I break 'em
High yellow bad bitches, homie I scrape 'em
Put her on the stroll
Make her strip for a pimp
Prego sauce, nigga lobster n' shrimp
I'm like, Bishop in Juice, Kane in Menace
Once I aim at a lame
Son his brain is finished
Record labels writin' checks tryin'
To change my image
'Cause, I rap about pain, cocaine
And spinach i got a metaphor habit
Spit letters on the rapid to tell the truth
I'm way ahead of y'all babbies
I can't be stopped like Biggie in his prime
And niggas only rep New York
City in they rhymes
My committee's on the grind
With titties on they mind
That's probably why your bitch actin'
Shitty all the time
I move like a boss, talk like pimp
Fight like a boxer
Niggas say I live the life of a mobster
Naw i'm a beast, I live the life of a monster
Eatin' niggas
Motherfuckers need to tightin' they roster
Plus I smoke weed like I'm a rasta move boy
I pee in your food and spit in your pasta
Motherfucker!
Tryin' to catch me slippin' but
I will never fall I don't fuck around
I'll be that BK Assassin
First name Ruste, Last name Juxx
Kyo Itachi, he's the producer