[Into: Ruste Juxx]
Yeah! My n***a big Rock, what up!
Yeah! Ayo my homie Vinnie Paz, what up!
Yeah! Ruste Juxx n***a
Check it out, check it out now
[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
Whoever wrote your rhymes
Need to get blindfolded and shot in the head a few times(Ugh)
Kids get murdered over spittin' a wack bar
But still everybody want to be a rap star
The money, the fame, the lifestyle
Soundin' like 10 n***as in the game right now(Goddamn)
Same tracks, same tats, same cable
Same style, different city different label
They all bullsh** and equal to one another
Copycattin' why you gotta sequel another brother?
Be original and stop dick ridin'
A n***a steal Juxx's style and you know Vic's ridin'
Born in the streets of New York without a prayer
Peace to the President, Motherf** the mayor
Broke n***as be poppin' Sprite bottles
Ruste Juxx f**in' the Price is Right models, bang!
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah!
Hahahaha!
Pazienza
Alright look
You can't know peace without knowin' a bomb
And you can't know Allah without knowin' Shatan
Anybody f** with Juxx gettin' grazed in the arm
Cause the calico submachine stay in the palm
.38 under the seat, duffle bag is behind me
If I was you and you was me, I wouldn't try me
You f**in' with a pig better be a salami
Cause I don't like pigs I will catch me a homi
Its big sh**, carry me an M and its mean
I push a bu*ton and you drop like a vending machine
The pen is pristine, since 95' been on my Dīn
The AK turn your block to a cinema scene
I always have two b**hes that's a hammer and dime
And f**in' with me is like jammin' on Shaq in his prime
You'll only f** with small money and I'm gamblin' dimes
I punch you in your face and its ambulance time. Yeah!
[Verse 3: Rock of Heltah Skeltah]
Back in the day when we was kids we used to act like we was older
Now n***as act like little kids and be grown ups(Shtupid)
Ass backwards and a** average
That's that sh** that'll have the trash, laugh n***as(f** outta here)
Do shtop n***a you not no number one to motherfunker
Youngster get your crew popped though
You ain't a young buck, you's a dumb f**
Run up and get gun bu*ted get all your gums bust
I ain't preachin' or teachin', I'm warnin' n***as
I outperform you n***as, plus I just got jokes on you n***as
Like, “How you really gonna stand there iceless?”
Talkin' all this, “you got all this ice sh**.” Priceless
I could go on for years with this a**hole
To be like,” This skinny jean sh** is gettin' outta control to me.”
Homie you got b**h manners, and your b**h mannish
Don't nobody believe that your clique hammers, f** outta here!
[Scratches:]
Be original and stop dick ridin'
If I was you and you was me, I wouldn't try me
Everybody want to be a rap star
Be original and stop dick ridin'