So Ruff Lyrics by Mc Eiht

So Ruff Lyrics

    Geah
    Geah
    Geah
    Hoo-bang, nigga
    Some of that futuristic shit
    For that ass
    Keepin it thuggish, though
    Check it out

    [ verse 1 ]
    The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough
    Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
    Eiht had enough, i'm smoking my fluff
    Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
    My theme is i push music to driveby
    I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
    Strap under the seat my hood technique
    As i destroy your block like _dante's peak_
    Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
    On my turf puttin in work since day one
    Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
    Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
    John walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
    Havin my face captured 180
    Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck
    The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck

    [ chorus ]
    Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
    That makes niggas from the hood stay tough
    Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
    16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)

    [ verse 2 ]
    I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack
    And in fact, homebody, you know what gun i pack
    Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin
    When they ask make fast and start heatin
    Niggas ain't fuckin around - dodge mine
    Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down
    Keep your face to the ground, don't even look
    No positive id and all the money was took
    Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches
    Took a trip across town just to floss my riches
    Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin
    One more hit on your house where y'all nappin
    Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour
    The hollow point shower
    The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour
    Straight, eiht regulate my thug power

    [ chorus ]

    [ verse 3 ]
    My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it
    Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it
    Stay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin over
    G's in lows puttin holes up in a rover
    Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes
    Real thugs hail from the west, first rule
    In fact, we the first bloods and crips
    First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
    First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
    Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop
    Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats
    Pepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streets
    Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight
    Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite
    Lucky though, i give you a pass and let you go
    I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show

    [ chorus ]

    Geah
    Hoo-bang, nigga
    That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
    Geah
    Westside, you know
    Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
    Geah, you know what we do
    That makes niggas from the turf stay tough

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