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Ruthless Bastards

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

and turn into a savage When I was young I used to see bullets fly past my carriage) and not the average, we still tryin to live lavish Ruthless Bastards

dead, angels spend their last days by me, New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree, Young George or Jonathan Chat, Your guns clap, Mine will go 'br-r-r-r-

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