RrambOnkshus - You Already Know (RUFF RYDERS ODE) Lyrics

First you got the dog
Rest in peace X
RRambOnkshus
Now you get the claws

Ruff Ride, Ruff Ride, Ruff Ride, Ruff Ride
Ruff Ride, Ruff Ride, Ruff Ride, Ruff Ryders

Heart of adamantium
Ready for your mans and them
Thinking that you're steady then you're trying to stand with them
How can you compare to them
Prepare no you can't with them
My team is the best around, we the f*ckin' champions
Know how to play the game, I move without the rock
Know how to shoot, we avoid the box
Better come strong, come with all you got

Born at the bottom hood, raised me for the top
I can't stop, no way I can stop
I can't let them down, not my people, no way, not my city
We gon' take the crown of every king, every f*ckin' boss

Whoever on top, hope you know, when it's time to go
It's a long drop, drop
Rough riders, you know
Givin' my best to nothin' left in Khrushchev

Be the tradition for the victims out of circles soon
One time, man, X him out for my dawgs, I'm Cujo
If you thought it was a game before, I bet you don't now
Everything a joke till you show them who the clown

Tell how we move, we ain't here to play around
When you up, you ain't gotta ask how it's goin' down
Cause you know, know, what it is, what it ain't
How it's bout to go, go, what it is, what it ain't

You already know, know, what it is, what it ain't
How it's bout to go, go, how it's bout to go
You already know
I love when these niggas act like a whole food

I rip the beef and eat these niggas like they came from Whole Foods
Brains in this room over there work, call it home school
Big enough for you to drive a motor home through
I'm tellin' you now, but you gon' make me show

You still come up out that bracelet, necklace, figurine, and gold too
Flow, pop it, force the DNA like Maury Poudreau
Tylenol, no doctor, nothin' for the cold you go through
Dodgin' money, hungry chickens like I do the swag surf

Money or the body, what's gon' end up in the bag first
Show me that receipt, let me see that Louis Tag work
Knockin' out some pussy, I'ma show you bout my jab work
I still love when she introduce her best friend

It's just another thug for me to go and put my head in
Broke her face, didn't work and hurt this nigga when he crept in
Came in with a four, but he dodged a 57, bang
Thought you thought it was a game before, I bet you don't now

Everything a joke to you, show him who the clown
Tell her how we move, we ain't here to play around
When you up, you ain't gotta ask how it's goin' down
Because you know, know, what it is, what it ain't, how it's bout to go

What it is, what it ain't, you already know
What it is, what it ain't, how it's bout to go
How it's bout to go, you already know

Gap it, make a lot of bad things happen
Make your money mine, I get wallet as a has-been
Chin checks, I'm cashin', if I use the rocket
It won't count down before shit start blastin
Got nothin' but fire in my heart like a dragon

What nigga, Beowulf, get shit smackin
This shit blackin', let's stop gappin
If the shot was a slap, I did a whole lotta mackin
I got this pussy bleedin', somebody pad it

Somebody wrap it, the beef is raw package
Yo, I don't just run shit, I track it
What good shit your life add, I subtract it
Yo, bitch, baby ma, my dick smashin

Gall stones ain't the only rocks passin
Flat tires ain't the only thing jackin
Pose for the bang, no pic, just flashin
Pockets all on you like a North Face jacket

One shot away from bein' a tennis racket
You soft niggas gettin' ripped like napkins
I must be a magnet, swear I be attractin' these actors
Hard in front of fans, want your hands, but they scratchin

Really, they ain't even bout that action
No end to my madness, pressure to see if I'm flattin
Pack it, contraption to rapture
You best be flappin' and lackin' this ass now

I'ma go hard, crack head, do a slug race
Blowjobs all day, she take no lunch break
Say I move weight, I ain't talkin' that gut pace
Wrong word, get your beak blowed, daffy duck face

I'm on the money chase, so I say f*ck dates
Get a smut head bowin' like she sayin' lunch break
Cup through a straw, she gon' know how the nut taste
Twelve faster than a fat kid eatin' crumb cakes

Talk and get you hurt, leave you numb like Percocet
Shell is what you want, then Italian's what I'm servin' guests
Boy, if I get pissed like a PMT
I'll control, if you live or die like a EMT

I'm Runs, you can smell me, I'm the hottest shit
Have your face lookin' different like a dermatologist
I find out you a pussy, I'ma be a gynecologist
And put you in the sky like a f*ckin' astrologist