Ram Squad - Ruff, Rugged, and Raw lyrics

[Chorus: repeat 8x] How many n***as living ruff rugged and raw (Boy Backs) Hey yo, im like a flame thrower Top notch name knower Games over cherry red Range Rover Sold boulders till marijuana took over Freestylist Richard Allen crack viles (Tommy Hill) Live for the gangsters in the club that'll shank ya Make moves on prowl like a shark for the paper My mans like a theif in the night Im like a theif in your wife He awake ya I get you later (Boy Backs) Lets take it back 80's I'll be picking your wallet On trial with the state wanna book me solid Rap speech hollers flow like im Christopher Wallace Baby baby Blueface crazy crazy (Tommy Hill) Live for the Blue G bad b**hes eating sushee With Eppy up in a mansion out in Scranton I stand for ruff rugged raw And I dont care for the mother f**ing law And I came here for to tell you all I do it way big thats the mother f**ing deal He's all right but he's not Hill He's all right but he's not Hill [Chorus: 8x] (Six Nine) All my n***as tattoed up, form legondary statued up Watch your back in my hood n***as will snatch you up Snake n***as be the fake n***as I barely speak cause I dont know how to take n***as Only streets put work in the game, now im hurting to gain Old flames even try to throw dirt on my name On 28 im like the god sent Them Richard Allen b**hes like where they find him He be with Hill in that big Range You see them n***as with them big chains They be gettin big doe they be doing big things Hoes flock when I walk through the old block I got it locked my n***a Feece run the whole block Ghetto superstar chains shine when the sun out My n***as leave the club its real with they guns out Life is like a fantasy up in the hood Still catch me in a hooptey rolling up backwards Ain't no jailing ain't no telling the felons feelings Charlie never been convicted for the dealing Con never been convicted for the k**ing But in an instant Hill trust me I will k** him [Chorus: 8x] (Suave) Conquered the game sick n***a 5 to a 6 n***a 6 figgas got it stacked up rich n***a Who you spittin for thugs or them broads Me I spit for the elite with heat I stay low key ride the hooptey yeah you know me co*k s**er blow me legand like Opey Stack grands usually spend it on goochie Linen in the prada joints short sleeve cool G Chain smackin my balls wrist semi gloss Lights out arm to the moon its back on I can't help how these broads wanna f** me man Got a ?? be grand damn lovely fam I spit bars that hang glide bump in your ride Bring it on your wrong right im out smoking 9 Let a n***a hit a thousand bars like miles to mars Star or a no name n***a I k** em all [Chorus 8x]