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Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (yeah son)

On the mic one time (no diggedy)

For your motherfuckin mind

Ready to rock rough rhymes yeah

We're gonna set it off one time

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Here we go, yeah yeah

(Yo p, yo d why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)

Cos I does a little dance, make a little love

I get the fuck down tonight

Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons

I fry that ass up like I'm wessun

So come equipped and I don't slip (why? )

Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship

I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip

Just in case niggas wanna flip

I see my niggas in sight, everything all right

Comin out of fuckin crown heights

Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders

My shit be on point like a soldier

It's the evil that men do, who we do?

I do you and your whole fuckin clique

Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop

I wet that ass up like a mop

Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse

It's the c-dogg yeah time to call a hearse

So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer

I got rough but know I'm a get rougher

It's the quart drinker so turn up the level

I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil

It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild

I got the eye to the double l

And I don't be no rookie or no beginner

I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner

Ready to rock rough rhymes

It's the c-dogg back with 12 new rides

Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head

It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead

So get ready, always on my worst behavior

Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors

So back up off the mic and let me show my skill

It's the scheme, yeah niggas got to chill

Peace to my nigga dl wit the beat

And peace to all my niggas on union street

And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin

A dl year, the whole e is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (never that nigga)

We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt

So why you wanna test and end up in a mess

I'm comin mad wilder than the west

I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail

I boost a track up like the third rail

Fake mc's endangered like a species

Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faces

I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin

Your style is improper like a fraction

Yo I'm out to get mine (get yours nigga)

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly

Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be

Got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid I bruise you

Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you

I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch

I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus

We kick that ass back up off just like a lear

See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya

Y'know the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up

Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, I sop it up

So now get up so you can hear the rest of this

Yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day

We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay

Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it

Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it

I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy blassy

My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi

Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back

I'm richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black

For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter

Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin

Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy

The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces

But doper, my styles is fat like al roker

Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't know ya

Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine

Nigga I'm

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das

Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)