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Double I, Double I [x4] [Fam] Huh yeah, huh This is all live, and all real Niggaz can't understand it I don't know why they can't comprehend Heh-heh, heh-heh [Diesel (Fam) {Both}] I got a rugged step-back, cruddy-bat-smackin type of style Meanwhile flip a freestyle You know what I mean now? Cos I've been down and kept down Now I'm comin up Pack a strap for roughin up Don't you think of runnin up (This is the music, so just use it to your benefit Shit don't hit the Fam, my man, unless I stand in it (So duck) what? (your face will get bucked up huh) You've never been roughed up (But I think it's up something) All about income, so run your funds Yo, we ain't the ones (We are your friend with the nines) Cos I get slick Songtexte(An' I get tough) And we get rough (So we gotta get) ROUGH (Enough's enough, save the chatter It don't matter Knocked your grill and left, Fam Cause I'm a grand slam batter) Who, when, why? What the fuck's up? Give it up for the rugged rough {And we them same guys That snuffed guys on the last cut} [Chorus x4] Get up, stand up Chump, throw your hands up [Fam (Diesel) {Both}] Guess what? (what?) Hard Knuckles in the house Swingin bolos at your heads Knockin teethes out your mouth Hey kids, what's that sound? Razkals got it goin The word's around the town Eat a dick, lick quick Like the chick, who's next to get hit With a pile of thick shit (Jump jump in), Jump jump out (Are you ready for the Razkals), cos we in the house (What?), nigga what? (What?), nigga what? (Like I told you before We kick a limp with our strut) {Don't ask why, who's that guy Standin in the corner wid the puffy black eye (Come, come around) Tryin to see what's goin down (If you wanna be found) Lay around (Ill Town) (What, wha, wha, wha, what) Nigga, I don't wanna talk Best to go for yourz Or have your body lined in chalk [Chorus x4] [Fam (Diesel)] It aint' easy being greasy It's like greasy, that ain't easy [?????????????????????] When a sleazy hoe please me (I used to swing a thing Now swingin shit harder to deal with it Take the bass to your face And make sure a nigga feelin it (Peel it, reveal it) The skill, can I get ill with it? (Yes, you can, if you're really fuckin feelin it) I split your tongue with my fist If you swung and you missed Like I told you before My 10 knuckles don't miss When I'm pissed (Who could it be But the Diesel MC Used to try to down my style Now you're tryin to sound like me) I got the knack to rip a track (Just place your bat) Leave you with some shoulders in the ass crack, Jack (So you gotta), hit hard (Hold your door), or get scarred (Posse full of vic's Straight niggas from the jail yard) [Fam] Nigga push that shit Push it, push it, nigga Yeah, yeah [Chorus x4] Aus Songtexte Mania