Letra Pure uncut (remix) 8Ball

Pure uncut (remix)

[Eightball]

DMX McGruff and Canibus. You know where you heard it first. My man Cardin, G
Black, Ralph, Universal Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball *DMX
Barks in background* DMX (Whatà?) 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...

[DMX]

Niggas at Ruff Ryders 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 is shot

Fucking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot

Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys

Like that crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down

Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground

Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heartà
?
For my kids? I thank you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground

Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound

At least! I gave it to another nigga for lookin

Money, ?could never stop my slugs? from cookin

Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you

Leave your skeleton in the cemetery

[Eightball]

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 ?Nitty? got a mob down to murder with me

Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply

I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech

Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back

Bucklin, real dogs stay around for troublin

Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin

Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud trippin

Victims who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin

You heard me, are you worthy

To ride with the Suave House and get down and dirty?

Chorus [Eightball]

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw*2X*

Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
(
Whatà?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
*repeat*

[McGruff]

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow

If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they 'toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose

Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes

Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap

Man I'm on a car 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

[Canibus]

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 bust

A lot

You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got

Being a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop

She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top

I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot

Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped

I punch you in the jaw-ops

You talk dirt, you get dirt that's how I stand on niggas networks

You think that best works? You think you can't get hurtà

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? wreckin shit

See, what goes around comes around, bitch