Ruste Juxx, Sean Price - Fuckin Wit A Gangster lyrics

[Ruste Juxx, Sean Price - Fuckin Wit A Gangster lyrics]

You know what crime is it, 211
Juxx 7: 30 with a 357
4: 20 I'd be puffin that magic
Smoking some disaster, inhaling that tragic
Ya'll know who's the best
MC that's no brainer
Godzilla son blow smoke you no flamer
I've been a barbarian, haggard-ed viking
Run up on the stage stab
Ya'll for the mic 'an
Commence the slaughtering
Sharper than a meat cleaver
Raised in hell, bark it like a street sweeper
Mark it hit you with the double barrel
I put about twenty more
Holes through your apparel
Call me the finisher, not MrC
But, I rep Brooklyn hard till I DIE
So why try me i'm so deadly
JU double X RUSTE

Ya nigga
Check my motherfucking record nobody fuckin
With me platinum underground

You fuckin wit a gangster
Gangster niggas born to kill
Any rat niggas signing them
Papers sworn to squeal
You fuckin wit a mobster
Mobster niggas live the life
Screaming fuck you pay me twice
I'm that nice you fuckin wit a gangster
Gangster niggas born to kill
Any rat niggas signing them
Papers sworn to squeal
You fuckin wit a mobster
Mobster niggas live the life
Screaming fuck you pay me twice
I'm that nice

Yo I'm from Brooklyn
Killah Crown Heights to be exact
Homicide, drugs and gangs is where it's at
White cops wanna pull me over cause I'm black
I ain't stoppin cause I'm strapped
With a pocket full of crack
Hideout what, fuck the gingerbread man
Come lookin for me you'd be
A certified dead man
Black out like Redman fuckin with Meth
You should've been weaving a right
Ducking a left i shine brighter
Than your top five lime-lighters
You snitchin
Whole bunch of drop down crime fighters
Bitches ain't shit, niggas is worth less
"So what you do execute-em" what
Was your first guess i'm very un rational
A lot of suckers like to
Use the word "dramatical"
To make em sound radical but why try me
I'm so deadly jU double X RUSTE

Fuck you and your FUBU sweater
Your cheap ass jeans and your Zulu leather
You shoot true never, I'm the son of Jor-El
Turn my toothbrush to a shank and
Have fun in the jail
Everything I spit is real and I mean it
Jigga payin Dwayne, I'm payin Gilbert Arenas
I don't buy work
I take it from dudes who heard wrong
Survival of the fittest
Handle my business and get gone
You the shit Sean, call me El-Dookie
Pitch rock the fiend, your tight jeans Lupe
I stay to myself cause I don't like convo
I stay gettin fresh, I don't dress like Marco
Polo, in Levi's strictly
Nike's on my feet I stay O50
So fly nigga, I don't know why
Good Muslim brother, big beard no bow tie

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