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8ball - pure uncut remix lyrics

[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]
n-ggas i f-ck wit’ is the illest, baby gorillas
and sh-t we do today is gon’ catch up with us and k!ll us
long as i feel this, motherf-cker’s head is shot
f-cking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
ruff ryders cut the sh-t up, like raw keys
like that from crystal lake and my last name is voorhies
could have a n-ggas door keys and still gun it down
only cause i know how you look up to a n-gga, 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 n-gga, 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 n-gga for lookin
money was dead before the slugs stopped 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
f-ck 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?

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
(what?) n-gga, pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
-repeat-

[mcgruff]
yo; where the f-ck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
hit these b-tches from the back, have ’em clutchin’ they toes
once smoked my lungs out, but now i f-ck with my nose
perform shows, bad b-tches 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, f-ck that! and f-ck you! who the f-ck 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, n-ggas away just to show the muscle
yo, i squeeze till your vocal tussle
n-ggas please, i got keys, c0ke, and snow to bubble
hoes to cuff you, f-ck you, suck the sh-t out your d-ck
sucker for love, think you can f-ck 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 t-tle, n-gga, f-ck your spot
peace to the players who crush a lot
but they call me canibus because i busta lot
you can suck my c-ck
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 b-tch 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 n-ggas networks
you think that vest works? you think you can’t get hurt?
the b-tch 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 k!lling you with the lyrical
all you chief executives ampin answer records and sh-t
see, what goes around comes around, b-tch

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