Mc Eiht - So Ruff Lyrics
GeahGeahGeahHoo-bang, niggaSome of that futuristic shitFor that assKeepin it thuggish, thoughCheck it out[ verse 1 ]The concrete streets bring heat, its so roughNiggas test everyday, calling your bluffEiht had enough, Im smoking my fluffSpitting game, letting you know my turf is toughMy theme is I push music to drivebyI slide through, scoop up four and ride highStrap under the seat my hood techniqueAs I destroy your block like _dantes peak_Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for funOn my turf puttin in work since day oneYall aint heard enough about a nigga singin the bluesNiggas bendin in twos while yall watch the newsJohn walsh, wash me up, youre crazyHavin my face captured 180Cant go there, aint havin that, man, *****The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck[ chorus ]Sometimes in the hood its so roughThat makes niggas from the hood stay toughSlings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)[ verse 2 ]I guess my minds on the track, gotta get me a stackAnd in fact, homebody, you know what gun I packKeeps yall enemies close that stay cheatinWhen they ask make fast and start heatinNiggas aint *****in around - dodge mineDrop yours, *****, and lay that ass downKeep your face to the ground, dont even lookNo positive Id and all the money was tookShook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitchesTook a trip across town just to floss my riches*****es turn into niggas and start yappinOne more hit on your house where yall nappinDumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hourThe hollow point showerThe sweet success thatt you taste has got sourStraight, eiht regulate my thug power[ chorus ][ verse 3 ]My niggas disappoint me thinkin yall can fade itStill player-hated, wishin yall made itStay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin overGs in lows puttin holes up in a roverTold ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoesReal thugs hail from the west, first ruleIn fact, we the first bloods and cripsFirst niggas to drive by sendin tricks on tripsFirst niggas to hit yo town and set up shopBring the prices down low, yall pick the rest to copCopy cats, now yall dippin lows with heatsPepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streetsHate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flightCommence the sweatin the groove just for spiteLucky though, I give you a pass and let you goIma catch you on the road at another rap show[ chorus ]GeahHoo-bang, niggaThat makes niggas from the turf stay toughGeahWestside, you knowSometimes in the hood its so roughGeah, you know what we doThat makes niggas from the turf stay tough
