R.A. The Rugged Man, Agallah - Till My Heart Stops lyrics
[R.A. The Rugged Man, Agallah - Till My Heart Stops lyrics]
(Yes yes y'all, yeah yeah y'all
Yes to the yeah y'all
Yes yes yeah y'all yeah)
Word up, RA, Rock on!
(yeah y'all, yes yes y'all
Yeah y'all yes y'all, yeah yeah yes y'all)
We not like you other MC's
(Riding fake props) i'll be in this rap shit
Till my fucking heart stops
(We not like you other MC's)
Riding fake props
(Evil Dee is on the mix, c'mon kick it)
(Acting hard but you front in
Front of the cops)
Karate flick co-starring Agallah and
Me and you street sparring
Yo son what about Sharon
I'm in the mansion sipping Dom
With Wong from Hong Kong
We smoking fucking hydro out the bong
You telling me Adolf the
Assassinator "you the don"
Don what nigga, that's that old funny shit
Yo we got the information
Yo where the money kid?
Fucking up ya generation like the mob
I'm on my job
Yo Brooklyn New York street heart throb
Knock you out till your fucking face blob
8-Off the Assassinator, yo kid we hard
Yo smack you on some barbecue lard
Yo kid, yo niggas is hungry you god!
Yo, I know what time it is
Like clap and flash and shaft
Sit down with my niggas, smoke weed
Watch a video and laugh
Yo, smacking bitches on the ass
Yo, anymore weed to pass?
That's the next question, the next suggestion
It's where your rhyme profession
Sinking down the drain
Yo fuck his name, fuck the game
8-Off the Assassinator shooting
Like the flamethrower
Yo God, split the seas like Noah
Or should I say Moses
Everything is not fucking
Dandelions and roses supposed to fold us
Niggas chose us to rock us
8-Off the, stop us, see our dime droppers
Niggas with the shit poppers
I'm on some high school shit
Running through the fucking hall
Ripping open niggas lockers
Seeing if they stole my rhymes
Yo kid I'm giving niggas one more chance
One more time to enhance
Yo kid I seen a glance of a
Cat trying to steal my rap
All them niggas deserve is a smack
Adolf the, I don't like that
You a baby need to feed similac, yo god
How about that?
I seen you doubt that raw route that
Yo Adolf the, how you being to me?
Yo you need to wake up smelling the coffee
We not like you other MC's
(Riding fake props) i'll be in this rap shit
Till my fucking heart stops
'Cause we complain daily
Cursed with all types of bad lucks
It's common sense, "everybody's life sucks"
Don't you know that? I knew this
My whole life
The anglo-saxon, Caucasian, low life
The no money broke life
The subway cup holders street corners
Constantly look over you shoulders
It's official, we dirty crusty
Till death do us, or does us
It's a shame ain't nobody love us
Plus understand this Rugged Man be
Who the man is
I'm trying to piss on white bitches
Trying to act like they Spanish
My two fists light you, if I fight you
I bite you
Like Mike Tyson, we street-fighting
The money, pussy, plus the glamour
None of it's exciting i'm sick of living
I stay depressed make me wanna give in
(Make me wanna give in, make
Me wanna give in, make me wanna give in)
I'm not gonna be able to do this shit y'all
Suffolk County that's the place we live
Exit 6-2 crazy ass Stonybrook kids
Vinnie Baretta Human Beatbox Bum
Who be the sickest? Nobody sicker
Your click's thick but mine's thicker
I rock wit ya, who iller? You outta place
Got big balls whip the dick out
Fuck you in your face
The beautiful, the rap leader
The lack of cash dreamer
The 450 lb fat bitch ass-eater
Yo ask MC Hammer if he seen her
I need a freak like Adina
Yo Agallah bring the heater
They biting styles like mosquita
But fuck them I stay creeping
Which bitch wanna get they pussy eaten?
Super-freak hideous
I went to school on the special ED minibus
Can't trust us, bust us, who rugged? Us
Adolf Agallah, RA the Rugged Man
We not like you other MC's
(Riding fake props) i'll be in this rap shit
Till my fucking heart stops
We not like you other MC's
(Riding fake props) i'll be in this rap shit
Till my fucking heart stops
(We not like you other MC's)
Riding fake props
(Evil Dee is on the mix, c'mon kick it)
(Acting hard but you front in
Front of the cops)
(We not like you other MC's)
Riding fake props
(Evil Dee is on the mix, c'mon kick it)
(Acting hard but you front in
Front of the cops)
Word up, know what I'm saying
Evil Dee in your area
If you listening on cassette
You better turn that motherfucker over
If you got a CD, let that motherfucker play
'Cause we going on to the next side
Yes to the yeah y'all
Yes yes yeah y'all yeah)
Word up, RA, Rock on!
(yeah y'all, yes yes y'all
Yeah y'all yes y'all, yeah yeah yes y'all)
We not like you other MC's
(Riding fake props) i'll be in this rap shit
Till my fucking heart stops
(We not like you other MC's)
Riding fake props
(Evil Dee is on the mix, c'mon kick it)
(Acting hard but you front in
Front of the cops)
Karate flick co-starring Agallah and
Me and you street sparring
Yo son what about Sharon
I'm in the mansion sipping Dom
With Wong from Hong Kong
We smoking fucking hydro out the bong
You telling me Adolf the
Assassinator "you the don"
Don what nigga, that's that old funny shit
Yo we got the information
Yo where the money kid?
Fucking up ya generation like the mob
I'm on my job
Yo Brooklyn New York street heart throb
Knock you out till your fucking face blob
8-Off the Assassinator, yo kid we hard
Yo smack you on some barbecue lard
Yo kid, yo niggas is hungry you god!
Yo, I know what time it is
Like clap and flash and shaft
Sit down with my niggas, smoke weed
Watch a video and laugh
Yo, smacking bitches on the ass
Yo, anymore weed to pass?
That's the next question, the next suggestion
It's where your rhyme profession
Sinking down the drain
Yo fuck his name, fuck the game
8-Off the Assassinator shooting
Like the flamethrower
Yo God, split the seas like Noah
Or should I say Moses
Everything is not fucking
Dandelions and roses supposed to fold us
Niggas chose us to rock us
8-Off the, stop us, see our dime droppers
Niggas with the shit poppers
I'm on some high school shit
Running through the fucking hall
Ripping open niggas lockers
Seeing if they stole my rhymes
Yo kid I'm giving niggas one more chance
One more time to enhance
Yo kid I seen a glance of a
Cat trying to steal my rap
All them niggas deserve is a smack
Adolf the, I don't like that
You a baby need to feed similac, yo god
How about that?
I seen you doubt that raw route that
Yo Adolf the, how you being to me?
Yo you need to wake up smelling the coffee
We not like you other MC's
(Riding fake props) i'll be in this rap shit
Till my fucking heart stops
'Cause we complain daily
Cursed with all types of bad lucks
It's common sense, "everybody's life sucks"
Don't you know that? I knew this
My whole life
The anglo-saxon, Caucasian, low life
The no money broke life
The subway cup holders street corners
Constantly look over you shoulders
It's official, we dirty crusty
Till death do us, or does us
It's a shame ain't nobody love us
Plus understand this Rugged Man be
Who the man is
I'm trying to piss on white bitches
Trying to act like they Spanish
My two fists light you, if I fight you
I bite you
Like Mike Tyson, we street-fighting
The money, pussy, plus the glamour
None of it's exciting i'm sick of living
I stay depressed make me wanna give in
(Make me wanna give in, make
Me wanna give in, make me wanna give in)
I'm not gonna be able to do this shit y'all
Suffolk County that's the place we live
Exit 6-2 crazy ass Stonybrook kids
Vinnie Baretta Human Beatbox Bum
Who be the sickest? Nobody sicker
Your click's thick but mine's thicker
I rock wit ya, who iller? You outta place
Got big balls whip the dick out
Fuck you in your face
The beautiful, the rap leader
The lack of cash dreamer
The 450 lb fat bitch ass-eater
Yo ask MC Hammer if he seen her
I need a freak like Adina
Yo Agallah bring the heater
They biting styles like mosquita
But fuck them I stay creeping
Which bitch wanna get they pussy eaten?
Super-freak hideous
I went to school on the special ED minibus
Can't trust us, bust us, who rugged? Us
Adolf Agallah, RA the Rugged Man
We not like you other MC's
(Riding fake props) i'll be in this rap shit
Till my fucking heart stops
We not like you other MC's
(Riding fake props) i'll be in this rap shit
Till my fucking heart stops
(We not like you other MC's)
Riding fake props
(Evil Dee is on the mix, c'mon kick it)
(Acting hard but you front in
Front of the cops)
(We not like you other MC's)
Riding fake props
(Evil Dee is on the mix, c'mon kick it)
(Acting hard but you front in
Front of the cops)
Word up, know what I'm saying
Evil Dee in your area
If you listening on cassette
You better turn that motherfucker over
If you got a CD, let that motherfucker play
'Cause we going on to the next side