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r.a. the rugged man - what the fuck lyrics

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[verse 1: akinyele]
it’s the ak that rock that freaky beats
staying on the job like them n-ggas home from work release
i hear rappers talk like they’re the hardest
well, i be in jails trying to get bails to come over from the real murder charges
i put you in a he-rs-, kid
rock with vanity virgins so f-ck her right in the rhyme without the cursive
huh, i get illy ripping this sh-t like a villy
you fish -ss n-ggas, you best go free w-lly
i recite paragraphs that’ll razor label rappers who bite
so i can rip it from their -ss to their appet-te
you not ready for this y’all, nope
you silly dopes know that i cut your throats like stacy lattisaw
rugged man

[hook]
(cause we was up in the prison, prison, prison
up in the prison
rugged man, what the f-ck is going on?
come on, word bond)
what the f-ck?
(rugged man, what the f-ck?)
what the f-ck?
(akinyele, what the f-ck?)
what the f-ck?
(rugged man, what the f-ck?)
is going on?
(up in the prison, prison)
what the f-ck?
(what the f-ck?
what the f-ck?
(up in the prison, prison)
what the f-ck is going on?
(up in the prison, prison)

[verse 2: r.a. the rugged man]
yo, down with my man akinyele, rock well east in l.i
i know the spot well, when we die we go to valhalla, not h-ll
we vikings, see the way i trill, spit the real sh-t, don’t care about selling
that’s how sh-t is, i don’t need sh-t, remix
larry holmes, 81 inches, that’s what the reach is
eat this, lay down, face down, stay down, way down
it’s too late now, you ain’t safe now
it’s getting crowded as auschwitz
you f-ck without sh-t
how’s this on some hillbilly down south sh-t, acknowledge
rugged man always bring the wild sh-t
i’m sick of big budget videos and shiny outfits

[hook]

[verse 3: r.a. the rugged man]
some people hate us, some people love us
see us in the club getting fat b-tches’ numbers
i’m scared to get tested cause i never wear rubbers
the basics, break it, race kids
see us spray kids, dangerousness, dangerousesses
people too scared to walk where we live
you got beef, i’m at the crib
and i’ll be waiting with my shorts off
sitting on the porch with the sawed off
blow your b-lls off, you all soft

[verse 4: akinyele]
guys, you better recognize
i’m one of the illest lyricists that ever exist
so watch your back like zorro
i take a toll on your -ss like the crown burrough
f-ck it, i’m thorough
n-ggas better face the facts or get smacked
in the face with the gat
i turned pretty boys into craig mack’s
sometime it be’s like that
the name akinyele remains a true remaining fact

[hook]

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