Worldwide Roughness

[Ruste Juxx]
Glock nineteen in yo face motherfucker (Yo)

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
What’s rockin’ homie
I keep the full pound knockin’ homie (Brrra!)
Like the bassline, straight off my waistline
Murderplan, I’m a rider man
Fuck the world I got crown [?] inside my hands
Put it on for my borough, rep for my city
Duckdown run with that bootcamp committee
Blueberry haze, burning my lungs out
Smoke like Mobbs is like the time he got Drumz out
Me and Low Cut slaughter with a low pro
You perform with no fans, that’s a no show
Son on worldwide, international
Buck 50 across your face, I’m splashing you
You know what crime it is, 1-8-7
So you can suck a big 4-9-3-11
It’s Vic Flair nigga
Lead off the horsemen, killa cartel, big boss man

[Refrain]
Ruste Juxx on the mic
Rhym flow dangerous
Brooklyn nigga
We coming’ at you
Doing what we know
Low Cut on the track
East-coast boom bap classic shit
We takin back to that real Hip-Hop shit

[Verse 2: Rusy Juxx]
Yeah
Yeah, back with the second verse
Pull out the Tech and burst
Bodied the first one
You gon’ need a second hearse
Juxx with the flow, what!
Beats by Low Cut
Combine our skills, the shit ‘ll make you go nuts
B.K. to France, b-boy stands
Post it up in the clubs [?] the odor in my pants
Trifling, quick to stick a knife in your neck
Kizzy[?] didn’t pay me cash, tried to write me a cheque
I’m like fuck that, that type of shit that get you bucked at
Don’t ever ask me ‘bout if I can rock at
If you don’t seem them hand, than it’s too bad bitch
Imma up to hit a telly up with a bad bitch
Stupid freak hoe, head like a porn star
Suck me till I nut, yeah see a born star
It’s Vic Flair nigga
Lead off the horsemen, killa cartel, rich big boss man

[Refrain]
Ruste Juxx on the mic
Rhym flow dangerous
Brooklyn nigga
We coming’ at you
Doing what we know
Low Cut on the track
East-coast boom bap, classic shit
We takin back to that real Hip-Hop shit