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drakeo the ruler - intro (the truth hurts) lyrics

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[verse 1: drakeo the ruler]
these n+ggas playing with the game
hundred round clips, don’t be playing with my name
what we on though? just put fifteen shots in his torso
don’t make me pull up on your block in sports mode
in a jungle, i’ll turn to a warlock
these p+ssy n+ggas, they done got me in war mode
i ain’t playin with these n+ggas, for sure, bro
you should worry about paying your car note
if your b+tch see this car, she gon’ turn to a p+rn star

[chorus: drakeo the ruler]
first off, i ain’t playing with these n+ggas
hundred round clips, i’ll slay one of these n+ggas
i’m drakeo, i’ll k one of these n+ggas
thirty+three shots in the game, i’m scottie pippen
first off, i ain’t playing with these n+ggas
hundred round clips, i’ll slay one of these n+ggas
i’m drakeo, i’ll k one of these n+ggas
thirty+three shots in the game, i’m scottie pippen (sh+t, n+gga)
i’m drakeo, i’ll k one of these n+ggas (yeah, you know what’s goin’ on)
thirty+three shots in the game, i’m scottie pippen

[verse 2: drakeo the ruler]
time to take a trip back to the ballpark
caught him slippin’, he was lackin’ in walmart
stupid n+gga clearly thought he had a hall pass
he’s never coming back and that’s that and y’all mad
better get over it, sneak dissing and this lead’ll be over you
two whips, man, i’ll bet that she notice me
if its beef, i’ll put lettuce all over you
what’s the sneak dissing for?
we 2+0, was you peepin’ the score?
who put the bleach on the floor?
big money like big meech in the club
i’ll slap one of you n+ggas
you wanna meet, yeah we’ll jack one of you n+ggas
i’ll put a cap in one of you n+ggas
n+ggas acting like strippers, i’ll throw a stack on you n+ggas
dropped him with a gold bottle
hit him with these sh+lls, you could hear his soul holler
ugh, n+gga must thought he was suge
three hunnid up in pieces and i wish a n+gga would
i’m from the team, man, let’s get this understood
we don’t do rats and any n+gga support ’em
and that’s fine enough
hit him in his head, sh+lls lined him up
we got bad b+tches lining up
but they’ll never get the time from us
[verse 3: saysothemac]
i’m sayso a fool when i unfold this kel+tec
askin’ god why i ain’t go to h+ll yet
having dreams and i’m seeing flesh
let me put it to a test, will it rip through flesh?
i mean, will it rip through vests?
hit, hit him and his man, it’s gon’ hit you next
i might utilize the seventy+four
it’s a ak an expert at letting it go
the average joe wouldn’t know bout this
its a ak but it shoot 5.56
watch his body flip then he start taking a p+ss
imported from serbia, you can’t get like this
we like bmf, we just got indicted
something ’bout violence just gets me excited

[verse 4: drakeo the ruler]
i feel like huntin’, should i get me a rifle?
it’s murder on my mind, should i get me a bible?
so many black opps, should i get me a sniper?
he’s no longer, ain’t no way to revive him

[verse 5: saysothemac]
thinking ’bout cars should i get me a viper?
so many paragraphs, n+gga, should i get you a typer?
if my b+tch went to jail, do you think i would write her?
h+ll nah, n+gga, you think i like her?
[verse 6: drakeo the ruler]
if she’s a f+g, all i’m thinking is fire
the money right, she can meet your desire
if n+ggas telling, pull his t++th out with pliers
got nina ross on the seat, she’s a rider
do i gotta get tactical?
start grabbing dracos off mattresses?
tell these n+ggas stop acting
your friends gone start thinking bout captions
they like, “drakeo, please chill”
a half a million dollar with no deal

[verse 7: saysothemac]
cut his limbs off and put ’em on a grill
major leagues when you play in the field
home run mean a death is a deal
i’m disguised as osama when i go in the field

[verse 8: drakeo the ruler]
in neiman marcus, sh+t, i’m going to drill
i’m gettin tired, should i pop me a pill?
the [?] but you rockin’ ’em still
you doin’ that sh+t, you prolly’ll tell
a hunnid thousand, bro, that’s not even a bail
f+ck your ass doin’ sittin’ in jail?
[verse 9: saysothemac & drakeo the ruler]
ion’t wanna hear your goofy story or no jokes
forever green dot your ass and get poked
keep on playing with the sting team you think is a joke
run a n+gga head over in a range rover
put a bike on the kickstand, put his face by the wheel
what i just paid for this k is a steal
this ain’t no plastic clip, b+tch, it’s made of steel
what i dropped on his head, i could’ve made richard mille
30k for a kidney but i got a better deal
all that [?] money be on fetty still
loadin’ .223s, you ain’t ready still
he look like he seen a ghost, left him dead and still
when we arrived on the scene he was dead off pills
he got the police with him, we let the lead off still

[outro: drakeo the ruler & saysothemac]
sh+t, n+gga, you know what the f+ck goin’ on
n+gga, it’s a team, n+gga, don’t go against the team
you gon’ get slumped, yeah
yeah, we ain’t doin’ all that
you know what’s goin’ on, it’s undisputed
we ain’t doin’ all that, n+gga
stop talkin’ to the police, n+gga
we don’t know, y’all (i can’t f+ck with you if i don’t know your government, b+tch)
man, and we don’t know y’alls but y’all know ours (yeah, keep my d+ck in your mouth)
we got a harley for everybody
kawasakis with d+cks attached ’cause you n+ggas ridin’ so hard (without a license)



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