Ruff Era Niggas Bust

(Crazy)<br>Crazy Don alias Doc Holliday<br>I took four shots, and I`m back<br>You muthafuckas surprised?<br><br>(Crazy+????):<br>Ask my niggas bout my history, I took four shots<br>You niggas wanna go to war? Well here`s your grave plot<br>Mix some weed with the hennessey, I start to trip<br>We`ll be in Providence with Roderick, runnin` the lip<br>Let`s reincarnate Bishop, up to where we<br>Northville nigga, got the chopper for the Non-believers<br>I could`ve sworn that you niggas from my town homie<br>Where were you bitches when the feds came down on me?<br>I never guessed that my phones were tapped<br>From Texas to Atlanta, you niggas know I ride strapped<br>We, run the block nigga<br>Score the G`s<br>Score from the hoes on the highway talkin` a hundred ki`s<br>I want the G`s, nigga that`s the only way<br>Put some hennessey in my casket on my death day<br>And if I die, I`m hopin` that I get to heaven<br>If not I`m goin` to Hell, bustin` with my Mack-11<br><br>(Uncredited male rapper)<br>Get ready for combat,<br>Known for totin` straps or prior<br>Tire, all black, smokin` sacks, intended acts<br>Caps get peeled back on gats that`s stolen<br>Gimme what`cha holdin`, fuck all the bull dozin`<br>Straight foreclosin`<br>Shops on blocks with glocks<br>Plow on the clock<br>But we don`t all stop<br>Puttin` the red dot and that`s on top<br>Of Presidents,<br>Chopper City Residents,<br>Evidence irrelevant for marchin` a settlement<br>With a regiment of soldiers<br>In fatigues, blazin` weed<br>Chasin` at top speed, stackin` G`s,<br>Pumpin` ki`s<br>You know the stee<br>Me and T, trunk blazin`<br>Duct tapin`, pocket rapin`,<br>Beenie masqueradin`<br>Regulatin` lames<br>In the game, for the cane<br>Layin` in the pubic range of your dame<br>Bustin` brains for chump change<br>And remain the same<br>Meals, deals, legs <br>Wheels concealed<br>Steals battlefields from the `Ville to the Hill<br>Throw Cita, night creeper<br>Equal to gettin` cheeba<br>Workin` off the beeper, twerkin` your senorita<br>Peeped ya, from the hidin`<br>Can`t help ya nigga, dividin`<br>Won`t stop us<br>Spittin` with choppers, you can`t dodge it<br><br>Chorus (Crazy):<br><br>You bust! I bust with my trigga<br>You don`t wanna fuck with me, RUFF ERA NIGGAS!!!<br><br>(4x)<br><br>(Uncredited Female Rapper)<br>Understand I`m Ruff Era Nigga til` I die<br>Certified, pass me the clip, watch them bullets fly<br>See my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky<br>Let niggas know I`m the bitch of this entourage<br>Find that line, everything I touch is platinumized<br>Capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize<br>You bitches never could fuck with me, lyrics crystalized<br>Just like ??? in it`s purest, bitches droppin` like flies<br>Surprised? We low ridin` in Crazy`s expedition<br>When you see it, then do not wonder why yo nigga`s missin`<br>I been rappin` since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission<br>Pack somethin` bigger than nuts, female intuition<br>You know you pussy ass bitches really make me sick<br>And bitches that try to stop me can lick my clit<br>Cuz I`m a bad bitch, niener the only hoe I trust<br>So don`t fuck with my entourage cuz if they bust I bust<br>I`m scandolous<br><br>(Uncredited Male rapper)<br>Just a young nigga drinkin` malt liquor<br>Try me, bitch you wanna get to heaven quicker<br>Hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three<br>Cuz every nigga on my team flashin` red beams<br>Never will I let me enemies capture me<br>Strap a bomb nigga, smokin` weed, picture me<br>Be the ones with bandanas and cream<br>And I`ma flip til` you muthafuckas murder me<br>Got my glock on my hip, try to fuck with this<br>You wanna take it like a man, goin` fist to fist?<br>Nigga, I`m smokin` weed til` I enter the World<br>Never forgot about the time I screamed "Fuck the World"<br>Lord forgive me for the shit I said<br>I pray daily, cuz a nigga got a price on my head<br>Fuck `em<br>We in the expo gettin` blowed<br>Ninety-nine, this be the realest shit I ever wrote<br>Remember me from the St. Bernard Avenue?<br>We kill each other so imagine what we`d do to you<br>Bitch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me?<br>And my muthafuckin` mausburg two-twenty three<br>The police got me crazy<br>I can`t walk in my own hood, that`s the way you made me<br>My nigga Cane in the feds, sendin` me mail<br>Told me "Nigga please pay my bail"<br>When I bust you bust!<br><br>Chorus<br><br>(uncredited male rapper)<br>Which one of y`all wanna meet a nigga head on?<br>Infra-red`s and the lead til` your head gone<br>Call the feds but my clique made of teflon<br>Any nigga wanna bust he better come strong!<br>Bystanders gettin` caught up in a war zone<br>Adversaries past tense, niggas dead and gone<br>My heater makin` niggas get they rest on<br>AK`s stay bustin` til` they chest gone!<br>In the city where these niggas stay chopper totin`<br>Minyard find ya with your head bust open<br>Like that, muthafuckas get dealt with<br>Niggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip<br>Me and Crazy makin` niggas have nightmares<br>Lights out! Muthafuckas better say they prayers<br>From the four, so fa sho, I bust quicker<br>Breather Life, if you bust, I bust nigga<br><br>(uncredited male rapper)<br>First if I hit, glock spit, your gut tore<br>Stuck close<br>Fuck you! I hang with nothin` but cut-throats<br>Shot through your ligiments<br>You gettin` indignant? My niggas ignorant<br>Very ignorant, to be sufficient<br>They gat bustas<br>That`s slushas, ya block puzzled<br>We use a silencer to keep the shot muffled<br>You thugs and losers<br>Drug abusers<br>Scheme runners<br>We savages, look what New Orleans done us!<br>We tryin` to get ours by plottin` to get yours<br>Skip those that ain`t got shit<br>We want your bricks hoe, and quick though<br>And we sick though<br>You flashin` jew-els<br>We bust a few shells<br>Up that<br>We greedy, fuck that<br>You outta luck Black<br>I`m beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostile<br>Been wild, when I get mine, then I smile<br>Right now, ain`t shit to laugh for<br>So I blast for my figures<br>You don`t wanna cross Ruff Era niggas<br><br>Chorus<br><br>(BMG)<br>We devour fake niggas, claimin` to be the realest<br>We`ll see, so fuck it, I guess that I`m charged with it<br>My guards up, my guns cocked to hit it<br>Your girl jocked to lick it<br>You gotta die if you snitchin`<br>Who got the weed? Fire it up<br>Check and see if them people got that boy, wire it up<br>Hit `em twice in the gut<br>A dead issue, man you see `em on the South Side smokin` a swisher<br>See the news caught`cha picture<br>BMG done got wit`cha<br>Shit he must don`t know, now go on and cope<br>Them downtown warriors, we cut throat<br>We drop and run inside and bustin` through the door<br>Heard `em hit the floor<br>Silencers on the four-four<br>Hit Sam on the mobile<br>Man, that hoe ain`t no more<br>He ain`t play the game how it go<br>Tried to cross a nigga out fa sho<br>But I handled that so pass the Mo`<br>Pour it slow, doin` one-fifteen in the Camaro<br>From the H-town to the N.O.<br>Florida, A-L, Five-four<br><br>(Crazy)<br>Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday<br>Nigga as I spray