Sean Price, Agallah - Ruck And AGG lyrics
[Sean Price, Agallah - Ruck And AGG lyrics]
First of all you bitch niggas
Actin' all fuckin' silly
Seein', ain't recognizin' how real this
Rap shit can really be
Fortified, Colt 45 like I'm Billy Dee
Pop you, you
And you for a killer's street trilogy
Sean Price nice with rhymes
Y'all not feelin' me till I slap niggas
Now you feelin' me literally
Ayo, it'll be a cold day in Hell
Before you see Ruck, rather see OJ in a cell
Type that'll run up on your block party
Jump off a dirt bike
Spit physical flames to the crowd
Straight hurt mics
Ate the fuck out with this
Bitch cause her skirt tight
She ain't givin' up the fuckin' pussy
"When you turn dyke?"
Damn, snatched your chain cause I
Figure it's worth like
2, 3 hundred, gas money, hit the turnpike
Next thing I know helicopters
And the searchlight damn gotta go
Helicopters and the searchlight
Ayo, I beat niggas till they bruise
And they bleed with broken arms burn niggas
Till I hear the fuckin'
Sound of smoke alarms
Go to your crib? the delivery
And choke ya moms
I called 9-1-1 before I wrote this song
Killin' niggas
Yo I'm doin' somethin' right outta wrong
45 caliber nigga, yo I tote the long
None of y'all never see me
And never do me nada
Jumpin' outta Impalas like niggas
Wildin' in Guatemala with gats that holla
Iced out from the wrist the collar
Just image if I sold one of
My discs for a dollar
The left hand on my dick, gun on my right
Son in the life
Bullets across the street to his fleet
Put up a good fight
Shootouts for about an hour and a half
Alleyway before the LIQ was
The only escape path shoot through the air
Sha B and son count half
Beat the shit out ya ass
Take your jewels and your stash
We go home to the hood and try to spazz
Got you talkin' all that jazz
And your souls livin' in Alcatraz
I'll out ya ass kick bones out ya ass
And they won't know jack shit about ya ass
My flow will lie six feet deep in the grass
Actin' all fuckin' silly
Seein', ain't recognizin' how real this
Rap shit can really be
Fortified, Colt 45 like I'm Billy Dee
Pop you, you
And you for a killer's street trilogy
Sean Price nice with rhymes
Y'all not feelin' me till I slap niggas
Now you feelin' me literally
Ayo, it'll be a cold day in Hell
Before you see Ruck, rather see OJ in a cell
Type that'll run up on your block party
Jump off a dirt bike
Spit physical flames to the crowd
Straight hurt mics
Ate the fuck out with this
Bitch cause her skirt tight
She ain't givin' up the fuckin' pussy
"When you turn dyke?"
Damn, snatched your chain cause I
Figure it's worth like
2, 3 hundred, gas money, hit the turnpike
Next thing I know helicopters
And the searchlight damn gotta go
Helicopters and the searchlight
Ayo, I beat niggas till they bruise
And they bleed with broken arms burn niggas
Till I hear the fuckin'
Sound of smoke alarms
Go to your crib? the delivery
And choke ya moms
I called 9-1-1 before I wrote this song
Killin' niggas
Yo I'm doin' somethin' right outta wrong
45 caliber nigga, yo I tote the long
None of y'all never see me
And never do me nada
Jumpin' outta Impalas like niggas
Wildin' in Guatemala with gats that holla
Iced out from the wrist the collar
Just image if I sold one of
My discs for a dollar
The left hand on my dick, gun on my right
Son in the life
Bullets across the street to his fleet
Put up a good fight
Shootouts for about an hour and a half
Alleyway before the LIQ was
The only escape path shoot through the air
Sha B and son count half
Beat the shit out ya ass
Take your jewels and your stash
We go home to the hood and try to spazz
Got you talkin' all that jazz
And your souls livin' in Alcatraz
I'll out ya ass kick bones out ya ass
And they won't know jack shit about ya ass
My flow will lie six feet deep in the grass