Ruggish

(Bone Thugz-N-Harmony)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Let's ride Let's ride Let's ride Let's ride
Get high Get high Get high
Let's ride Let's ride Let's ride Let's ride
Get high Get high get high
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Notorious Thug
Notorious Thug
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Let's ride Let's ride Let's ride Let's ride
Get high Get high Get high
Let's ride Let's ride Let's ride Let's ride
Get high Get high Get high

(Hendrix)
Too thuggish for a ruggish bone
But still makin’ time and reservations to write these songs
And no, i’m never home
But i’m never left alone
I’m prone..
To disrespect
And yet
I’ve had neglect
And yet, I had rejects
And yes, I got heart like Bret
And Cupid Clique, be my set
And I don’t fuck wit no threats
I’m bound to joke these clowns
I’m bound to get around
I’m bound to shut it down
I’m bound straight out my town
Pissy niggas lookin’ shitty
Chicago, that be my city
Now tell me, who fuckin’ wit me
Blunt flow
Who rollin’ wit me
Cus I ain’t got time to be the only one with broken pity
And I ain’t got time to worry about you. I got my family
Yes sir
Shiiitt
It’s all in God’s hands
Ya’ll all about poppin’ bottles, and snappin’ banz
That’s cool and all man
But you have to understand
Where would you be without no fans?
Ayye man look, i’m just sayin’
This may be the rap game
But straight up though. I ain’t playin’
So stop playin’ in the sand
And turn this high tide up
And throw your signs up
Bitches you know wussup
J. Cole flow
I can’t get enough

(We forgive you, for you know not what you do)

Play your cards
And i’ll call your bluff
Enough said
Not enough done
Aiming for success
Like bullets poppin’ from a gun
Oh my God. Son of a gun
This shit is too much fun
This shit has just begun
And if this shit was track
Then the game is what I run
Hendrix!....