Lyrics Posse Cut - R.A. the Rugged Man , Blaq Poet , Hell Razah , Remedy , JoJo Pellegrino
1:
Hell
Razah]
I
keep
it
ghetto
where
it's
grimey,
grimey,
you
know
how
Bed-Stuy
be
Throwing
them
block
parties,
building
with
God
bodies
Before
Dirty
died,
BK
been
lively
My
project
army,
Red
been
behind
me
I
spit
jewels
shiny,
bright
as
Illuminati
The
black
owl
see
the
white
inside
Colin
Powell
Hitler
and
George
Bush,
they
got
you
acting
Nazi
I
be
a
child
of
Israel,
young
Haile
Selassie
Ghetto
Government,
ark
of
the
covenant
A
track
with
Rugged
Man,
I
had
to
come
fuck
with
it
JoJo,
Remedy,
Blaq
Poet,
running
shit
Mmm,
that's
how
you
comes
with
it?
I
fucks
with
it,
yo
Pelle'
keep
it
a
thousand,
a
hundred
percent
He
got
clout
and
a
ton
of
respect
Never
sold
my
soul,
I
leased
to
him
when
he
cut
me
the
check
Sit
pretty,
spitting
ugly,
I
say
this
nice
and
clear
I'm
the
best
that
never
did
it,
all
them
other
guys
is
ehh
Unimpressed
with
the
state
of
rap,
I'mma
help
them
embrace
the
fact
Move
forward,
take
it
back,
shedding
light,
watch
'em
fade
to
black
Blap,
and
fuck
rappers
that
can't
compare
to
me
They
scared
of
me,
Pelle'
the
streets,
keep
your
ear
to
me
I
pop
a
pill,
chill,
sit
back,
release
my
anxiety
Got
two
exotic
Colombian
bitches
on
both
sides
of
me
Make
clothes,
raid
codes,
Mr.
Secret
Society
I
hate
liars,
this
is
the
truth,
there's
no
denying
me
Fuck
you,
pay
me
what
you
owe
me,
let
'em
know
Staten
Island
like
Joey,
I'm
Israeli
like
Razah
is
Young
Haile
Selassie,
white
Jew,
never
Nazi
There's
black
and
white
poets
in
hand,
yo
Rugged
Man
Like
Bo
King
cousin,
bass
in
your
face,
displaying
hate
in
the
place
White
folks
hate
me,
I'm
disgracing
the
race
Underground
I
hold
the
crown
and
I
ain't
gon'
pass
it
Every
verse
that
I
spit,
I
give
birth
to
a
classic
Am
I
ignorant?
Hmm,
maybe,
hmm,
probably,
am
I
genius?
That's
a
possibility,
possibly,
as
amazing
As
I
spit
it's
obvious,
I'm
the
cockiest,
I
write
hits
I
don't
need
no
Gwen
Stefani's
or
Fergie
white
chicks
Kill
the
species
of
weak
MC's,
faggot
rappers
I'm
allergic
to
your
sweetness
like
diabetes
Master
of
mack,
and
max
relax
and
jab
in
slabber
You
battle,
you
bagging
your
bitch,
waving
and
bruising
Will
leave
in
a
broken
ragged
Caddy,
babbling
Traveling,
bullets
splattering
Rat-a-tat
shattering,
I'm
the
Gracie
family
grappling,
yup
And
hating
on
me
is
like
hating
the
truth
You
can
lie
to
yourself,
but
deep
down
you
know
I'm
the
truth
Why?
Blaq
Poet
motherfucker
That's
the
name,
and
I'll,
blow
your
troubles
Right
out
your
brain,
it's
insane
how
I
penetrate
Your
dome
piece,
microphone
fiend,
fuck
the
police
I'm
a
known
beast,
I
get
it
popping,
I'm
not
stopping
Lyrical
AK
spray,
got
your
body
flip
flopping
Yo,
R.A.,
who
the
fuck
want
it?
I
have
these
punks
running
back
up
in
they
mama
stomach
I'm
a
real
deal,
straight
from
the
gutter
Might
fuck
the
hood,
but
you
dumb
motherfuckers
Ya'll
can
give
it
up,
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
just
Get
out
the
way,
I'm
coming
through
like
what,
plus
The
guns
bust,
no
dust,
no
rust,
trust
You
better
roll
with
the
rush,
don't
oppose
us
Or
get
crushed
by
the
truck,
all
G's
up
When
the
shit
start
you
better
not
freeze
up
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