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ruste juxx - termin 8 lyrics

[intro]
b, bk -ss-ssin
yeah! the art o’ war n-gga
b.k. -ss-ssin
uh’huh, yeah!
i’ll be that bk -ss-ssin
ruste juxx n-gga
hah!

[verse 1: ruste juxx]
ayo i root for the villain, shoot for the k!llin’
hustle hard, gotta stack loot for the peelin’
first name ruste, last name juxx
middle name crime, heist, motherf-ckin’ crook
used to sell weed, now i sell raps
p-ssy police still settin’ up traps
tryin’ to catch me slippin’ but, i will never fall
big c-ck in your hole, i was never small
no not all, 12 inch singles
hot enough to make you stop jock when you mingle
kyo itachi, he’s the producer
n-ggas try to block me, he’ll probably shoot ya
just off the gp, strapped with a g-l
o-c-k, its france to bk
look into my eyes, you will see the realist
kicks to them mafia, cartel k!llers

[hook]
guns in the air shoot ’em up no doubt
brooklyn in the motherf-ckin’ hoooouuse!
juxx is the band he rock, b-tches let they panties drop
’cause they want this black d-ck up in they mouth

[verse 2: ruste juxx]
back with a vengeance, huntin’ for ya head
leave you slumped in the street, pumped full a lead
it’s all in the game, same old hood sh-t
granddaddy blueberry, son i got that good sh-t
i don’t f-ck around, i just buck a round
and let yall punk b-tches know who runnin’ town
trigger finger itchin’, won’t hesitate to scratch it
world cl-ss beat down, you about to catch it
don’t follow rules, homie i break ’em
high yellow bad b-tches, homie i scr-pe ’em
put her on the stroll, make her strip for a pimp
prego sauce, n-gga lobster n’ shrimp

[verse 3: f.t stand out]
i’m like, bishop in juice, kane in menace
once i aim at a lame, son his brain is finished
record labels writin’ checks tryin’ to change my image
’cause i rap about pain, cocaine, and spinach
i got a metaphor habit, spit letters on the rapid
to tell the truth, i’m way ahead of y’all babbies
i can’t be stopped like biggie in his prime
and n-ggas only rep new york city in they rhymes
my committee’s on the grind, with t-tties on they mind
that’s probably why your b-tch actin’ sh-tty all the time
i move like a boss, talk like pimp
fight like a boxer, n-ggas say i live the life of a mobster
naw. i’m a beast, i live the life of a monster
eatin’ n-ggas, motherf-ckers need to tightin’ they roster
plus i smoke weed like i’m a rasta
move boy, i pee in your food and spit in your pasta
motherf-cker!

[scratching]
tryin’ to catch me slippin’ but i will never fall
i don’t f-ck around
i’ll be that bk -ss-ssin
first name ruste, last name juxx
kyo itachi, he’s the producer

- ruste juxx lyrics

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