Shyheim

(feat. June Lova, Prophet, Quasi)
[CL Smooth: x4] "Here comes the rugged one"
[Prophet]
Well Im that ill shitty kid
They call the Prof Nitty kid
Im one muthafuckin ill crazy inner city kid
(What!) Step the fuck back then relax
Rough is on a full scale attack black
Huh, Im packin a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns and a hatchet
Whats that? Some ill shit kid you cant match it
Dont even try to meet it cause you cant fuckin catch it
(Aww fuck!) Baby youre shit outta luck
Cause Im crazy, maybe its best that you duck
Got the shit I cant hide, some call it animos
It burns deep inside and thats how I get heated
When I see the likes of you thats the only time I need it
Remember last meetin, I left my knuckles bleedin
Now my palms are bloody cause Im countin blood money
That I rob from your man in the land of milk and honey
You cant do me none son when I smoke my Meth
I feel no pain, no death, so what the fuck is left
You see me meditate well then you see me in my home
Way deep inside my dome thats the place where I roam
Where knowledge and the wisdom, understandin of the lord
Is stored, if youre lured everybody grab your sword
If I live by the sword then I die by the sword
Ill die by the sword I swear to the fuckin lord
Cause Im takin niggas out like you never saw
See my sword is my tongue thats how I get the job done
I still grab my gun cause Im a fuckin rugged one
[Chorus x2:]
We came to rock (What)
We came to rip (What)
And with the rugged styles yo bust the way we flip it
[Shyheim]
Now here we go again another brother catchin heart
Aint that some shit I gotta rip him apart
Too many MCs fake funk claimin raw
You better hit floors soon as I declare war
Comin straight at cha, better run quick from a click
Thats sick with a bunch of lunatics
For those who slept I want your rep wanna bet
Todayll be your day of regret
Cause the Rugged Child is comin to town
To find a whole ground that can get beat down
Huh, how you like me now I get down for my crown
With a fat sound that shakes from the underground
[June Lova]
Bringin ruckus to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fast
Try to test me, buck buck buck on that ass
I dont fake none
When I pull out Im down to take ones life
Im trife so watch what you say son
Just came from up north catchin flashbacks
Brothers doin that same old shit
I planned on chillin when I got home
But now its like Im all alone cause everybodys playin Al Capone
No one to stay positive with
Everybodys sellin drugs and all that good shit
So I parlay on the forcin tip
The studio is where youll find me just like back in 1990
But Joe, everywhere I go is like June how you been
Sorry I couldnt come to see you when you were in
Yeah, my man save all that bullshit
Cause if you really cared you wouldnta came to see a nigga quit
Word is bond, thats how I kicked it
No disrespect intended, dont get offended
I had to learn the hard way that there is no friends
How many of us have them
When shit gets real everybodys on the run
So niggas watch a back, here I come, here I come
[Chorus x4]
[Quasi]
It was a cold day in hell when they all heard the word
Everybodys eyes swelled and all the heads turned
It went "The ill killer and the shitty Prof Nitty
Was fuckin blowin up spots all over the city"
And everybody cheered "There a party over here!"
Tryin to get our attention, but really need I mention
That my mind was set upon a most highest intention
For me to praise his name thats the reason why I came
Thats the muthafuckin name so dont ask the same question twice
Like whos the muthafuckin real Christ
I already told ya once Im too fuckin nice
So Ill tell you again, its Allah see who decend
From the root of David to the line of Solomon
All the way down to the muthafuckin end so uhh
You and your friends just get on down
I aint talkin about dancin, face the fuckin ground
Hands upon your head kid do as I said
Kid its too late youre dead, good fuckin riddance
And if I get bagged Ima do the life sentence
So Im out on a lam, dont tell em where I am
Even though I got the hearts and the smarts
To rip the shit to shambles
Just like the Huns and the vandals
Yo Im the one more souped up than Campbells
Why? Cause I got the gats good and plenty
For the 1-2-2 you and the 120
So go and bring your crew if you wanna get done
By the true and the Wu, cause here come the rugged onez
[Chorus x4]
[Sample x4]
[ The Rugged Onez Lyrics ]