Songtexte Rock Bottom - Rufftown Mob

Yo, Uzi, what's up, man?
What's up, dog?
Yo, it's like, this shit been fucked up for so long, man
I ain't lyin', my nigga, I mean
We fucked up, our motherfuckin' clique fucked up
Straight broke city, man, it's like we ain't gon' never get nowhere
While these niggas talkin' that shit
Man (What's up with these niggas, man?)
Y'all get some niggas out there playa hatin' and shit
Straight playa hatin', man
Niggas be such crossed off, it's on
Yo, it's time we gon' ahead and do it, man
Let these fuck niggas know this shit's real

Every neighborhood has an M street
Welcome to the place where you might lose your heartbeat
'Cause every time I turn, it's somebody gettin' burned (What?)
The come-up is the earner
I learned to take life the hardaway
Then I'ma need more magic than Shaq and Hardaway put together
It's too late for anyone to bust it straight up
Straighten up, yo, get your act together
'Fore I'm gonna get my other gat, chain gang and my bredda
Bringin' heat after heater, through wind and snowy weather
It's Ruff Tyme Mob and we're down for whatever, or not
I wonder what it feels like to have a fat knot in your pocket
Got the whole world screamin', "Mad boy, stop it"
Just cut that mess out, fuck that, I'm fresh out
With three hundred fifty-seven ways to let the stress out
I'm bringin' the best out and jack boys out
We programmed to rob and destroy right now
'Cause I haven't seen the light yet
We're thick, our inside might get ripped
Keep up firm, get on your shit, 'cause it's on

And it's on, nigga, and it's on, nigga
And it's on
And it's on, nigga, and it's on, nigga
And it's on
Rock bottom of the pile
Ruff Tyme Mob, do-or-die lifestyle
And it's on
Rock bottom of the pile
Ruff Tyme Mob, do-or-die lifestyle

I'm at the end of my rope and can't cope with the stress
My mind's fucked up, plus the pain's in my chest
I'm loungin' with my homies, thinkin' what we did wrong
The monkey's been chillin' on my back too long
And every time I turn around, it's just gettin' worse
Seems like I've been born into this world to be cursed
So tell me who's first when I start flippin' out (Hah)
Knockin' niggas off (And) and knockin' niggas out
My bitch steady trippin' and it's keepin' me fed
So every other day, I'm puttin' knots in her head
Moms keep screamin', sayin', "Go get a job"
But all I wanna do is make loot with my mob
So who's gettin' robbed? The weak gotta go
So if you see me comin' (Nigga), nigga, act like you know
I run the show 'cause it's all about me (Uh)
And my family (What else?) plus I'm ready
And the clique I'm with gon' be havin' it
Straight knuckleheads who be needin' money quick
And I need it right now

And it's on, nigga, and it's on, nigga
And it's on
And it's on, nigga, and it's on, nigga
And it's on
Rock bottom of the pile
Ruff Tyme Mob, do-or-die lifestyle
And it's on
Rock bottom of the pile
Ruff Tyme Mob, do-or-die lifestyle
And it's on, nigga, and it's on, nigga (Yeah)
Do-or-die lifestyle, and it's on

Yeah, Ruff Tyme Mob, boy
In the house for the '97
You know what I'm sayin'?
Sunz of Fari, my nigga Mike Fresh
In the house
The Raptor, the whole 191 Clique
Let them know
Takin' over for the '97
Southside, baby
In the house representin'
What you know about that?