[Eightball:] DMX, McGruff and Canibus You know where you heard it first My man Cardan, G Black, Ralph, Universal Records Uh Pure Uncut, Eightball [*DMX barks in background*] DMX (WHAT?!) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby Yeah, its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw It's the Pure Uncut, raw we keep it raw – listen
[DMX:] Niggas I fuck wit' 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 from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies Could have a niggas door keys and still gun it down Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground Running clown, you know better, than to breathe too hard Word to my kids I'll leave you God And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground Slugs make way by the ounce, so I must've put in a pound At least! Gave it to another nigga for lookin Money was dead before the slugs stopped cookin Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you And we'll just get it on 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 Nitti got a mob down to murder with me Cats want to stick me, believe it or not like Ripley I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech Pure uncut, fire it up, and watch the fiends come back Bubblin', real dogs stay around for troublin Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin Rumblin [*vrooom*] mushroom, cloud pimpin' Victims who breathe in die when I be speakin, releasin You heard me, are you worthy To ride with the Suave House and get down and dirty?
[Eightball:] Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw (What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
[Eightball:] Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw (What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
[McGruff:] Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow Hit these bitches from the back, have 'em clutchin' they toes Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches touch my clothes Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap Man I'm on a palm 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 busta lot You can suck my cock And got the same transmitted disease your mother got Being unfaithful with me right before she divorced your pops She came home at four o'clock, shocked, she was riding me on top I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating and hot Because I touched a sore spot, you got defeated and dropped I punch you in the jaw-ops You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how us ghetto niggas networks You think that vest works? You think you can't get hurt? 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 records and shit See, what goes around comes around, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
