Agallah - Ruck And AGG lyrics

[Verse One] [Sean Price]: First of all you b**h n***as actin' all f**in' silly Seein', ain't recognizin' how real this rap sh** can really be Fortified, Colt 45 like I'm Billy Dee Pop you, you, and you for a k**er's street trilogy Sean Price nice with rhymes y'all not feelin' me Till I slap n***as, now you feelin' me literally Ayo, it'll be a cold day in Hell Before you see Ruck, rather see O.J. in a cell Type that'll run up on your block party Jump off a dirt bike Spit physical flames to the crowd, straight hurt mics Ate the f** out with this b**h cause her skirt tight She ain't givin' up the f**in' p**y, "When you turn dyke?" Damn, snatched your chain cause I figure it's worth like 2, 3 hundred, gas money, hit the turnpike Next thing I know helicopters and the searchlight Damn gotta go, helicopters and the searchlight [Verse Two] [Agallah]: Ayo, I beat n***as till they bruise and they bleed with broken arms Burn n***as Till I hear the f**in' sound of smoke alarms Go to your crib ? the delivery and choke ya moms I called 9-1-1 before I wrote this song k**in' n***as, yo I'm doin' somethin' right outta wrong .45 caliber n***a, yo I tote the long None of y'all never see me and never do me nada Jumpin' outta Impalas like n***as wildin' in Guatemala With gats that holla Iced out from the wrist the collar Just image if I sold one of my discs for a dollar The left hand on my dick, gun on my right Son in the life, bullets across the street to his fleet Put up a good fight Shootouts for about an hour and a half Alleyway before the L.I.Q. was the only escape path Shoot through the air, Sha B and son count half Beat the sh** out ya a** Take your j**els and your stash We go home to the hood and try to spazz Got you talkin' all that jazz And your souls livin' in Alcatraz I'll out ya a** Kick bones out ya a** And they won't know jack sh** about ya a** My flow will lie six feet deep in the gra**