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"Here comes the rugged one" --> CL Smooth 4X[Prophet]Well I`m that ill shitty kidThey call the Prof Nitty kidI`m one muthafuckin ill crazy inner city kid(What!) Step the fuck back then relaxRough is on a full scale attack blackHuh, I`m packin a full metal jacketA bat, 21 guns and a hatchetWhat`s that? Some ill shit kid you can`t match itDon`t even try to meet it cause you can`t fuckin catch it(Aww fuck!) Baby you`re shit outta luckCause I`m crazy, maybe it`s best that you duckGot the shit I can`t hide, some call it animosIt burns deep inside and that`s how I get heatedWhen I see the likes of you that`s the only time I need itRemember last meetin, I left my knuckles bleedinNow my palms are bloody cause I`m countin blood moneyThat I rob from your man in the land of milk and honeyYou can`t do me none son when I smoke my MethI feel no pain, no death, so what the fuck is leftYou see me meditate well then you see me in my homeWay deep inside my dome that`s the place where I roamWhere knowledge and the wisdom, understandin of the lordIs stored, if you`re lured everybody grab your swordIf I live by the sword then I die by the swordI`ll die by the sword I swear to the fuckin lordCause I`m takin niggas out like you never sawSee my sword is my tongue that`s how I get the job doneI still grab my gun cause I`m a fuckin rugged oneChorus 2X:We came to rock (What)We came to rip (What)And with the rugged styles yo bust the way we flip it[Shyheim]Now here we go again another brother catchin heartAin`t that some shit I gotta rip him apartToo many MCs fake funk claimin rawYou better hit floors soon as I declare warComin straight at cha, better run quick from a clickThat`s sick with a bunch of lunaticsFor those who slept I want your rep wanna betToday`ll be your day of regretCause the Rugged Child is comin to townTo find a whole ground that can get beat downHuh, how you like me now I get down for my crownWith a fat sound that shakes from the underground[June Lova]Bringin ruckus to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fastTry to test me, buck buck buck on that assI don`t fake noneWhen I pull out I`m down to take one`s lifeI`m trife so watch what you say sonJust came from up north catchin flashbacksBrothers doin that same old shitI planned on chillin when I got homeBut now it`s like I`m all alone cause everybody`s playin Al CaponeNo one to stay positive withEverybody`s sellin drugs and all that good shitSo I parlay on the forcin tipThe studio is where you`ll find me just like back in 1990But Joe, everywhere I go is like June how you beenSorry I couldn`t come to see you when you were inYeah, my man save all that bullshitCause if you really cared you wouldn`ta came to see a nigga quitWord is bond, that`s how I kicked itNo disrespect intended, don`t get offendedI had to learn the hard way that there is no friendsHow many of us have themWhen shit gets real everybody`s on the runSo niggas watch a back, here I come, here I comeChorus 4X[Quasi]It was a cold day in hell when they all heard the wordEverybody`s eyes swelled and all the heads turnedIt went "The ill killer and the shitty Prof NittyWas fuckin blowin up spots all over the city"And everybody cheered "There a party over here!"Tryin to get our attention, but really need I mentionThat my mind was set upon a most highest intentionFor me to praise his name that`s the reason why I cameThat`s the muthafuckin name so don`t ask the same question twiceLike who`s the muthafuckin real ChristI already told ya once I`m too fuckin niceSo I`ll tell you again, it`s Allah see who decendFrom the root of David to the line of SolomonAll the way down to the muthafuckin end so uhhYou and your friends just get on downI ain`t talkin about dancin, face the fuckin groundHands upon your head kid do as I saidKid it`s too late you`re dead, good fuckin riddanceAnd if I get bagged I`ma do the life sentenceSo I`m out on a lam, don`t tell em where I amEven though I got the hearts and the smartsTo rip the shit to shamblesJust like the Huns and the vandalsYo I`m the one more souped up than CampbellsWhy? Cause I got the gats good and plentyFor the 1-2-2 you and the 120So go and bring your crew if you wanna get doneBy the true and the Wu, cause here come the rugged onezChorus 4XSample 4X

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