Woorden:
Ruthless Bastards Bastard

live at The bees are snakes and they just feed off the fuckin rats [All] If im a bastard then your a bastard Everybodys a bastard Get the gats cause

kids y'all see in them mag pictures And however I gotta feed 'em I will All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will Interfere with that it

This is the story of a murderer A cold blooded killer, a ruthless, harmless, slaughterer I didn't mean to kill him, listen to me, wait I was talkin'

your peekhole, pussy Warning: my trigga finga gets busy Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase See I'm ruthless

to do a record with 'Pac So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box You end up in a box 'cause of them grave robbing bastards Dig ya' grave back

I think a fan shot you, they was jealous of your jewelry And the jury thought they got you, I fast, prepare for the rapture With a [Unverified] for the ghetto bastards

with the flow Bigg Jus, they start fuming when I set it After the verse I got the fat cat Krylon paint, radioactive Busting out sockets leaving earth in this bastard

I'm a give you 3500 cash for that Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack They won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap

to flip a DEF JAM And RUFF up the motherfuckin' HOUSE Cause I smother you COLD CHILLIN' mother fuckers are still WARNER BROTHERS I'm RUTHLESS my clan