Busts a Pipe

Lyrics

(Intro: JT Money) Too many suckas… Too many suckas… (Verse 1: JT Money) Uh, see I be cooling in the dew of the county Don't like sucka boys around me Hate when scrubs try me And Rufftown be representing for the crazy Matter of fact trick, my tactics will make Patrick get Swayze (Whoo!) Can't fade me, no matter who you be or who you run with Talking all that yang but you suckas ain't running shit I've been to hell and back more than one time So I can kill that gangsta rap you suckas talk with one line (One line) Everything I ever said on a record was the truth I've been a knucklehead since my youth My raps used to prove, sucka boy, you can check mine But don't find out the hard way not to disrespect mine I'm in this rap game now with making bigger bucks Slow my roll out but I still tear you suckas up So don't try to run up and test my steez I make you wish you never mess with me Now may you rest in peace Sucka boy, ain't no dumb suckas round here (Nah, it ain't!) Rufftown straight zoo killas down here So tell me how you gonna try this? Why this killa make you pump your brakes just like Midas Whoa, slow me down fool, I'm starting to speed up (Here I am!) I'm finna Heat up, big dawg twist that seed up And put it up in the air, so we can burn it Every stripe I got, you know I earned it Plus I learn that (Hook: Poison Clan; *JT Money*) Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope y'all fools don't fold under pressure* Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope y'all fools don't fold under pressure* (Verse 2: Uzi) I'm a Rufftown soldier! Rolling with my Rufftown clique Watch me get up on the mic and rip it up real quick It's the U to the ZI, I'm straight do or die Representing the zoo, the M-I-A-M-I Where gun clapping be happening every day So you best to get ya gat just to keep the thugs away (Yeah!) Cause if ya slick, we will rip what ya got And if you a sucka, boy, ya better to blow da spot (Blow da spot!!) You might get shot with that junk you be talking Some don't know that they're a dead man walking I'm stalking, stomping on everything Knocking out anyone who wants to step in my ring (Ding, ding!) Next sucka please come so I can fold ya No more stretching cause my man done told ya Too many sucka boys and not enough time I done kill nothing, this is the last rhyme (Yeah!) (Hook: Poison Clan; *Uzi*) Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope you fools don't fold under pressure* Too many suckas and not enough pressure *Sucka boy you better not fold under pressure* Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope you fools don't fold under pressure* Too many suckas and not enough pressure *Silly suckas I hope you don't fold under pressure* (Verse 3: Big Ram) To hell with stressing Sucka boys get rowdy and you'll be Audi Five, who need heat to dick ride? I represent like the Glock 4-5 when it's cocked Big Ram, whipping up it From the locks to the boondocks, jit (Yeah!) So clown don't start it, and you won't get ripped through Like a hurricane target Plus I'm poisonous with the Clan Box with ?? enemies so ya best to be a fan Or feel the Rufftown weather It can be a cool day of rain through your bulletproof sweater Talking bout dissing this Causing much pain, but not like Damon Wayans When I get pissed It's the end of the road The only way you suckas leave if your bodies turns cold, cold (Hook: Poison Clan; *Big Ram*) Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope y'all fools don't fold under pressure* Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope y'all fools don't fold under pressure* (Verse 4: Maddball) All aboard!! Don't wanna be toting no load I'm at the end of the road Even on the B Side, I would ride and take any single platinum Rufftown Mob, Poison Clan we here to flat em Like full flat, the hair on his back We don't see that Left nude in the news Tell my Ma Duke we've been rude, because no things are wanted Two toes *unintelligible* Can't find a cure going door to door Where dem fools at? Here comes the Mad Dog You're a rat from the sewer Manure is the smell when the Mob blow the spot On top of the block , that's where the boys go whenever * unintelligible* Peep game, ahead of my time Don't you try to sound like my homie the next time Or my next line, so peep the flavor kid And watch how we come by on zooism Got you running through your hood asking who is them Too late to prevent, yall fools got me bent Madball, I represent! (Hook: Poison Clan; *Maddball*) Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope ya'll fools don't fold under pressure* Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope y'all fools don't fold under pressure* Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope you fools don't fold under pressure* Too many suckas and not enough pressure *I hope ya'll fools don't fold under pressure* (Outro: JT Money) I HOPE YALL FOOLS DONT FOLD UNDER PRESSURE!!!