RUTHLESS BASTARDS - Misery, Pain & Hunger lyrics

rate me

[Infrared]

Uh-huh, yea, yea, uh-huh huh huh huh

huh huh huh, yea, eh yo

I went from hoop schemes to loop dreams

Sellin to untrue fiends to get C.R.E.A.M. is how we do things

If you the king, prepare to get down for your crown

My niggaz go round for round, with the clubs or the pound

Yea, and you know talk is cheap when you walk these streets

You just get caught by the beast and, caught up in beef

But the Blaquesmiths got that shit, make me zone out

Pull the chrome out, blow your bones out

Then again, that's all that I know, I'm guaranteed to blow

Cop a phat lab with acres so my weed could grow

Infrared, Ruthless, that's all you need to know

We straight up, thoroughbred hard head niggaz that don't listen

We comin for yo' po-sition with the fo' spittin

You better off snitchin, fuckin with the cop

Cuz when me copblock your block, we have you thuggin your drops

This for all my hustlin niggaz, stuck in them spots

and all my strugglin niggaz livin the hard knock

To all y'all niggaz, think y'all the shit when y'all not

Let me tell y'all one thing, we comin for y'all spot

All glocks up, life ain't just glitters and gold

When we pop up, y'all niggaz get the jitters and fold

We hold your block up, you can't stop mine

They clock nine, pull more shots then wine

It's our time to shine

[Chorus x2: Blizzard & Sha Gotti together]

Ruthless is the illest, our slugs don't miss

We pistol-whip the thirteenth nigga and blunts we twist

The girls that give us head is the girls you kiss

Come through my hood with a Roly, niggaz'll cut off your wrist

[Blizzard]

A bastard is a nigga who ain't got no pops

I didn't need him, he wan' half when Blizz' ride to the top

Never that though, high style, eyes low from hydro

Never pop Crist' or Moe', strictly pop metal

When you beef with Blizz', the beef is never settled

Pops never there, so I gotta struggle just to eat

The beast are tryin to wipe all my hustlers off the streets

Run up in my crib, to my grandmom's, all types of heat

Wake my grandpop's up out of his sleep, grabbin me

from under my sheets and said, "You comin with me"

Cuz my crews on top, they tryin to bring us to the bottom

Give it to a hater who try to cross my path, causin problems

and the lies, who's involved? I write my hunger over beats and bars

These niggaz wanna see me starve, I gotta get this cheddar

Can't feed my daughter Wu-Wear and leathers

The Drama Begins, and I'm bringin it to whoever

[Chorus: replace "slugs" on line one with "guns"]

[Chorus]

[Sha Gotti]

Locked in prison, givin niggaz facial incisions

Gettin head on the V.I. floor, from a pigeon

Fuckin nymphos, throwin cocktails through niggaz windows

An ounce of weed, two glocks on the yacht with yo' bi-atch

Never kill nothin, makin death threats, bull-ets in doors of vets

Hot lead melt ya sets, stick ya for ya baguettes

Yo, I blast for this C.R.E.A.M., sippin cash is a dream

Cash Rules Everything Around My team

We extortin niggaz wildin, smilin on Riker's Island

Hot slugs'll burn you, whereabouts don't concern you

Gotti, Black M-O-B, ring on my pinky

Eyes chinky from hydro smoke, guns we tote

Cement on your Wally shoes, throw you off the ferry boat

[Chorus: replace "slugs" on line one with "guns"]

[Chorus x2]