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(Intro: JT Money) Yeeaahh!! Wassup! Uh huh! Rufftown's in the house, know what I'm saying? Sending this to you sucka ass niggas, fuck you niggas, know what I'm saying? Yo! I got the Mob in the house, know what I'm saying? Yo, Mike Fresh what I want you to do, hype the track up a lil bit So we can rip, know what I'm saying? Let these pussy niggas know something, know what I'm saying? Uh, I went to the hood and got my nigga chain gang in the motherfuckin house My man, Gucci, Clayvoisie, my nigga Toby Dick We don't give a fuck about them creep niggas Cause we be ripping know what I'm saying? That's just how the Rufftown Mob is Make a nigga feel different know what I'm saying? Fuck that nigga! Yo Gu, represent! (Verse 1: Sir Gucci) Here comes the Rufftown ruff neck catching wreck in 9-3 Straight from the chain gang homies with the P-C So fuck niggas, ease back (Yeah, niggas!) Fuck around, talk shit and get capped from a 9 gat (Buck! Buck!) I raise shit like the bitch I rush (Wassup?) ?? the problem solver, motherfuckas, I'm the paralyzer J, niggas don't know me (Know what I'm saying?) Gucci is the name, nine trey they can't control me (Bitch!) Cause I'm too motherfuckin hard Smoke blunts, smoke niggas and leaving bitch pussy scarred They call me motherfuckin Bam-Bam Strap on my steel toes and kick a nigga like Van Damme Cause I'm the nigga from the C-point, G Ain't no motherfuckin Hammer, but y'all niggas can't touch me And for you hoes acting mushy Bitch, y'all know the phrase, I kick the cum out your pussy, bitch! (Hook: Rakim sample) Rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on (Verse 2: Toby Dick) Hey pussy! Listen, ya hearing ain't the biggest, ass whipping Pussy, cause on your nuts, I'm bout to bust some pussies Skinny nigga rocking polos, slanging bolos Like rid it pussy, dig it pussy Toby Dick with the Clan, not Ku Klux Made a few bucks, now I don't give two fucks Listen, I pop a clip in, grab your clip and dip and you know Time keeps on slipping, pussy Your styles are gushy with a slug Go go gadget, guess you should've paid me Rock-a-bye baby, buck em down Fuck a tree top, pop that pistol grip like a Reebok Pussy, I go platinum and you won't go paper clip Give you bleach and still can't fade my shit You got one leg up I kick the other up from under (Ohh my god!) And give your sight to Stevie Wonder Pu pu pussy! (Hook) (Verse: 3 Clayvoisie) I put yo motherfuckin dick in the dirt If you holler it hurt Niggas wanna run up on me but that shit won't work Cause they know I don't give a fuck, when I'm busting shots I spray with the A-R then I load the Glock I'm a nigga with that rap, better stay strap Don't fuck around and get yo ass blown off the map I'm pumping slugs and all you wannabe thugs If you ain't down with the squad, then there's no love And not to mention, them hoes out to get attention And putting niggas in fucked up positions Don't be a dummy with your money, cause it come and go And JT told you to put shit past no Ho Some niggas don't understand That I'm a pimp and I hook hoes like the Candyman Seven days a week, I need a freak And I'm getting more ass than a toilet seat So just (Hook) (Interlude) "If ya just listen to the man on the mic" (Verse 4: JT Money) I pooch up to no man Raise more hell than the Omen Bucking on niggas like my man Derek Owens Got skills with the steel plus my rap style is rugged Step out of line and then it's boom to the nuggets Sending this one to the chumps who think they wanna get bad Come with that dumb shit you'll leave with a shit bag Uh, so run up like you got something to prove Fuck around and get a kidney remove A lot of people think I'm sick cause I love letting lead off A tech to the neck will blow a motherfucka's head off Girlies on the tip cause I'm so cool Fuck enough tricks to start my own Ho school Last year I did an album mostly about gold diggers This year, I'm strictly about fucking up niggas Peace to my niggas on the set gettin hype And fuck them hoe niggas I don't like We out! (Hook, scratching to the end)