Artist: Ruthless Bastardz Album: Too Raw for Radio Song: The Ride Pt. II Typed by: Cno Evil [Truck] For ya rabbit ass mine, saying I can't eat You better keep on walking, nigga, move them feet Before them bullets start flying, and you feel that heat Hit ya man while he pull off in the driver seat It's Truck, muthafucka and I'm not playing I hope you clown ass niggas hear every word I'm saying Speaking, loud and clear, Ruthless is here Nigga, pump on the loosy, bitch, sip on your beer It's 2004, man, this is our year If you need that good shit, well Truck's that nigga Think the ferry money looking right, plans getting bigger Man, please, picture me soft I split ya melon, there's rules, hop in the whip and sped off I can't go back to the hood unless I pop ya fucking head off Now here's something I never understood How you doing it for the hood, but your never in the hood Call yourself a hustler, but ya crack's no good My money in the stash, nigga, that's no good Big spender, you trick too much, giving up hundreds Just for a kiss and a touch And I'm not giving these bitches nothing but some dick in the gut You feel me homey? Now pass the weed So I can get my head right, nigga, yes indeed Listen, pa, I really don't know what you thinking I'm trying to have a smokefest, like them dreds in Kingston I'm what these streets need, who gives a fuck if you think not Rap's up and coming, and my guns'll pop [Chorus: Apocalipps] Aiyo, this is our game, ya'll niggas is finished Ruthless Bastardz, and we destined to win it We gon' ride on these niggas, lay 'em down like a new born Whoever coming with me, get the fuck in the Yukon This is my year, my block, my set Stay the fuck out the streets if you ain't gon' rep, faggot If you ain't gon' rep, bitch [Apocalipps] Apocalipps, I think you losing your touch, what? Shit, you need to slow down, you do it too much You birds fly away, and who the fuck is this lame? You should feel like Alicia Keys, cuz I don't even know ya fucking name Tuck in your chain, I put one in your brain The Bastardz is all here, and we one in the same I play with my style, because the shit is like practice You ever bag a bad bitch off the strength of your jacket Or, caught in a situation, shit start happening And have to lay a nigga down, off the strength of the ratchet Retaliation is related to this, a man and a woman Grimy's a nigga, payback is a back I put ya'll clowns on the bench, now ya'll singing the blues All of a sudden, everybody think they can walk in my shoes Follow the leader, I ain't never been the hater And I'mma show you, how you and your team can get ya weight up First off, see the Wiz, get some heart, muthafucka To back that shit up that's in your darts, muthafucka Soon as you bite, I'm lacing your team up And I'm quick to catch a case, muthafucka, like I'm chasing that singer Get it? Chasing that singer, I got bass on my fingers That make all the fiends linger, the whole block's off the ringer And this here, goes for anybody trying to play me I got guns that can fire ya ass like Don Cheney