Video The Rugged Onez de Shyheim 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Shyheim - The Rugged Onez Lyrics

The rugged onez Song Lyrics
The rugged onez by Shyheim f/ June Lova, Prophet, Quasi

"Here comes the rugged one" --> CL Smooth 4X

[Prophet]
Well I'm that ill sh*tty kid
They call the Prof Nitty kid
I'm one muthaf**kin ill crazy inner city kid
(What!) Step the f**k back then relax
Rough is on a full scale attack black
Huh, I'm packin a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns and a hatchet
What's that? Some ill sh*t kid you can't match it
Don't even try to meet it cause you can't f**kin catch it
(Aww f**k!) Baby you're sh*t outta luck
Cause I'm crazy, maybe it's best that you duck
Got the sh*t I can't hide, some call it animos
It burns deep inside and that's how I get heated
When I see the likes of you that's the only time I need it
Remember last meetin, I left my knuckles bleedin
Now my palms are bloody cause I'm countin blood money
That I rob from your man in the land of milk and honey
You can't do me none son when I smoke my Meth
I feel no pain, no death, so what the f**k is left
You see me meditate well then you see me in my home
Way deep inside my dome that's the place where I roam
Where knowledge and the wisdom, understandin of the lord
Is stored, if you're lured everybody grab your sword
If I live by the sword then I die by the sword
I'll die by the sword I swear to the f**kin lord
Cause I'm takin niggas out like you never saw
See my sword is my tongue that's how I get the job done
I still grab my gun cause I'm a f**kin rugged one

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We came to rock (What)
We came to rip (What)
And with the rugged styles yo bust the way we flip it

[Shyheim]
Now here we go again another brother catchin heart
Ain't that some sh*t I gotta rip him apart
Too many MCs fake funk claimin raw
You better hit floors soon as I declare war
Comin straight at cha, better run quick from a click
That's sick with a bunch of lunatics
For those who slept I want your rep wanna bet
Today'll be your day of regret
Cause the Rugged Child is comin to town
To find a whole ground that can get beat down
Huh, how you like me now I get down for my crown
With a fat sound that shakes from the underground

[June Lova]
Bringin ruckus to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fast
Try to test me, buck buck buck on that ass
I don't fake none
When I pull out I'm down to take one's life
I'm trife so watch what you say son
Just came from up north catchin flashbacks
Brothers doin that same old sh*t
I planned on chillin when I got home
But now it's like I'm all alone cause everybody's playin Al Capone
No one to stay positive with
Everybody's sellin drugs and all that good sh*t
So I parlay on the forcin tip
The studio is where you'll find me just like back in 1990
But Joe, everywhere I go is like June how you been
Sorry I couldn't come to see you when you were in
Yeah, my man save all that bullsh*t
Cause if you really cared you wouldn'ta came to see a nigga quit
Word is bond, that's how I kicked it
No disrespect intended, don't get offended
I had to learn the hard way that there is no friends
How many of us have them
When sh*t gets real everybody's on the run
So niggas watch a back, here I come, here I come

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[Quasi]
It was a cold day in hell when they all heard the word
Everybody's eyes swelled and all the heads turned
It went "The ill killer and the sh*tty Prof Nitty
Was f**kin blowin up spots all over the city"
And everybody cheered "There a party over here!"
Tryin to get our attention, but really need I mention
That my mind was set upon a most highest intention
For me to praise his name that's the reason why I came
That's the muthaf**kin name so don't ask the same question twice
Like who's the muthaf**kin real Christ
I already told ya once I'm too f**kin nice
So I'll tell you again, it's Allah see who decend
From the root of David to the line of Solomon
All the way down to the muthaf**kin end so uhh
You and your friends just get on down
I ain't talkin about dancin, face the f**kin ground
Hands upon your head kid do as I said
Kid it's too late you're dead, good f**kin riddance
And if I get bagged I'ma do the life sentence
So I'm out on a lam, don't tell em where I am
Even though I got the hearts and the smarts
To rip the sh*t to shambles
Just like the Huns and the vandals
Yo I'm the one more souped up than Campbells
Why? Cause I got the gats good and plenty
For the 1-2-2 you and the 120
So go and bring your crew if you wanna get done
By the true and the Wu, cause here come the rugged onez

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