Bread On Ya Head

[Intro: Sample]
Man 1: Kill him!
Man 2: How much is it worth?
Man 1: Anything! Hundred grand! Two hundred! Alright, five!
Man 2: Truth is, I liked my work, I would’ve done it for nothin’

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
Warrior - Conqueror
The victorious - VIC, I'm BK glorious
Back! - to settle the score
Big metal .44 - Above and beyond the law
Carnivore, T-Rex - dinosaur
Reptile, climby, slimy, grimy, raw
My actions speak louder than words on the record
Shit that can't be heard on the record
I violate [?] through ya [?] at a higher rate
Started in my borough, then bled the entire state
Illest epidemic ever to be airborne
Crazy ups, I can slam with my [?] on
Top notch jam [?] still in [?] form
Got some years on, now I put my [?] on
So play the background close little buster
Pull out the toast and make a roast, motherfucker

[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
Goons on deck! (deck!)
Buck! - when they catch you for thirty G's
They don't give a fuck where they stretch [?]
It's a bounty on ya head for bread - I put the hit out!
It's a bounty on ya head, you dead - I put the hit out!

[Verse 2: Ruste Juxx]
Yo - I said I don't punch lines, I knock bars the fuck out
Types frighting, like lightning struck out
Drop one LP, they callin' me the GOAT
Judge threw the book at me from the murder I wrote
And the further I boast, it gets deeper than rap
Spit ether on track, to put my streets on the map
Put my streets on the map, to give the children a chance
To make it out the hood, come back - build and advance
It's the God, Hip Hop has risen from the dead
I know you can't see it, put the vision in your head
I'm accurate, nice precision with the lead
Immaculate - I'm in the kitchen bakin' bread
My nigga Sean P, my nigga big Rock
Juxx, Smiff-N-Wessun and the homie Buckshot
We form like Voltron, choppin' ya dome off
Broad day, lettin' the chrome off (brah-brah)

[Hook: Ruste Juxx] (x2)
Goons on deck! (deck!)
Buck! - when they catch you for thirty G's
They don't give a fuck where they stretch [?]
It's a bounty on ya head for bread - I put the hit out!
It's a bounty on ya head, you dead - I put the hit out!

[Verse 3: Ruste Juxx]
I got shots for them niggas in the front (front)
Them niggas in the back (back)
Them niggas in the middle layin' flat
How the fuck you sellin' that crack
Yellin' that's rap, nigga i'mma put a shell in that cap
I'm the greatest of the great (of the great)
You can't get on my level, you a [?] lower like the fakest of the fake
Yeah - shit that I create, they called masterpieces
Sort of like the master's thesis
I'm destined to prevail, that's why I inhale the piff
Never does it cease to uplift
Slumdog Millionaire, rags to riches
Green stacks, made backs [?] plaques and bitches [?]

[Hook: Ruste Juxx] (x2)
Goons on deck!
Buck! - when they catch you for thirty G's
They don't give a fuck where they stretch [?]
It's a bounty on ya head for bread - I put the hit out!
It's a bounty on ya head, you dead - I put the hit out!