[Eightball]
DMX, McGruff and Canibus
You know where you heard it first
My man Cardan, G Black, Ralph, Universal Records
Uh... {*all echoes*}
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 fill this motherfucker's head with shots
Fucking lead gets hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cuttin' shit up, like raw keys
Like I'm from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhees
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
Run it 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
DMX, McGruff and Canibus
You know where you heard it first
My man Cardan, G Black, Ralph, Universal Records
Uh... {*all echoes*}
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 fill this motherfucker's head with shots
Fucking lead gets hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cuttin' shit up, like raw keys
Like I'm from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhees
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
Run it 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
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