The Slayers Club R.A. The Rugged Man (Ft. Brand Nubian, Chino XL, Chris Rivers, Ice-T, M.O.P., Onyx & Vinnie Paz)
"The Slayers Club" is a hip-hop track featuring R.A. The Rugged Man and various artists, released in 2021. The song showcases themes of lyrical prowess, resilience, and a celebration of hip-hop culture. It features aggressive beats, intricate wordplay, and a sense of unity among the artists, making a significant impact in the underground rap scene. #HipHop
[Intro: Sample, Billy Danze & Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, when the devil come boy
The devil gon' come come smiling
Yo, what the fuck these niggas talking about, man?
Yo R.A., love you brother, yeah
[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya?
Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon' roll for ya
Marksmen, put 'em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put 'em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on 'em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put 'em in a hole for ya
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This official pistol gang, Philly where we bang at
Pull up in the Bugatti and hit 'em where they hang at
There was no consideration where them bullets rang at
You was gettin' popped if you was hangin' where they slang at
Rugged Man is always wildin' out, boy trippin'
That's what you get for thinkin' you live like an audition
Bullets coming out of the blue like they called Griffin
Fuel injector, funeral director, the mortician
Yeah, when the devil come boy
The devil gon' come come smiling
Yo, what the fuck these niggas talking about, man?
Yo R.A., love you brother, yeah
[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya?
Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon' roll for ya
Marksmen, put 'em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put 'em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on 'em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put 'em in a hole for ya
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This official pistol gang, Philly where we bang at
Pull up in the Bugatti and hit 'em where they hang at
There was no consideration where them bullets rang at
You was gettin' popped if you was hangin' where they slang at
Rugged Man is always wildin' out, boy trippin'
That's what you get for thinkin' you live like an audition
Bullets coming out of the blue like they called Griffin
Fuel injector, funeral director, the mortician
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