paroles de chanson The Slayers Club (feat. M.O.P., Vinnie Paz, Chris Rivers, Onyx, Chino XL, Brand Nubian & Ice-T) - R.A. the Rugged Man
Yeah,
when
the
devil
come
boy
The
devil
devil
gon'
come
come
smiling
Yo,
what
the
fuck
these
niggas
talking
about,
man?
Yo
R.A.,
love
you
brother,
yeah
Same
script,
who
come
up
outta
the
fold
for
ya?
Liveness,
still
outta
control
for
ya
We
home
team,
we
gon'
roll
for
ya
Marksmen,
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
Yeah,
yeah,
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
Yeah,
yeah,
creep
up
on
'em
slow
for
ya
Long
range,
boom!
Let
it
go
for
ya
M.O.P.,
we
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
This
official
pistol
gang,
Philly
where
we
bang
at
Pull
up
in
the
Bugatti
and
hit
'em
where
they
hang
at
There
was
no
consideration
where
them
bullets
rang
at
You
was
gettin'
popped
if
you
was
hangin'
where
they
slang
at
Rugged
Man
is
always
wildin'
out,
boy
trippin'
That's
what
you
get
for
thinkin'
you
live
like
an
audition
Bullets
coming
out
of
the
blue
like
they
called
Griffin
Fuel
injector,
funeral
director,
the
mortician
Y'all
better
fall
back
or
get
jaws
cracked
All
facts,
I
go
to
your
skull,
y'all
softer
than
ballsacks
Pause,
but
say
my
force
is
the
Fourth
Horsemen,
I'm
all
that
Splatter
your
organs,
spread
it
on
walls
and
call
it
a
Rorschach
Guess
the
image
is
a
butterfly,
my
fist
is
lightning,
rain
and
thunder
I
can
snuff
a
guy
and
make
him
wish
his
mother
died
And
break
anatomy,
chemically
causing
casualties
Endlessly
blow
your
brains
out
or
shatter
your
memories
The
living
god
that
is
held
at
the
highest
regard
With
more
sick
entries
than
Whitney
Houston's
toxicology
report
Who
got
top
chart
position
in
an
image
that's
tricking
the
children
With
a
little
litter
that's
some
other
bitter
imbecile
has
written
But
I'm
spittin'
raw
voodoo
I
saw
through
you
like
a
woman
in
a
wooden
box
And
I'm
a
magician,
give
you
a
face
peel
Not
the
type
you
get
from
an
aesthetician
I
stomp
your
skull
'til
it
breaks
with
an
ice
skate
If
y'all
niggas
is
lit,
then
Chino's
burned
at
the
stake
Same
script,
who
come
up
outta
the
fold
for
ya?
Liveness,
still
outta
control
for
ya
We
home
team,
we
gon'
roll
for
ya
Marksmen,
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
Yeah,
yeah,
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
Yeah,
yeah,
creep
up
on
'em
slow
for
ya
Long
range,
boom!
Let
it
go
for
ya
M.O.P.,
we
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
Strap
the
fuck
up,
I
just
came
out
a
coma
You
better
buckle
up,
we
running
niggas
over
If
I
ain't
throwin'
shots,
then
I
must've
been
sober
You
ain't
smoking
sticky-icky,
one
hit'll
choke
ya
I'm
sick
with
it,
a
mental
patient
psyche
would
admit
it
Where
crimes
get
committed
and
niggas
get
drug
addicted
When
niggas
on
Rikers
be
biddin',
razors
be
getting
spit
in
Cut
his
face
up,
now
he
need
stitches
I
snatch
purses,
I
piss
in
churches,
I
work
the
burners
In
Lucifer's
furnace,
sip
the
blood
of
a
virgin
out
of
a
thermos
I
gun
buck
'em,
fuck
a
fist,
the
Razor
Ruddock
cut
a
wrist
I
cut
'em,
gut
'em
like
a
fish
and
let
'em
lay
in
gutter
piss
The
bats,
gats,
battle
ax
make
a
back
collapse
Slap
a
Democrat,
pack
a
rat,
smack
crackers
in
MAGA
hats
I
rewind
the
time,
put
you
in
a
dumpster
aborted
I
crush
your
skull
into
dust,
chop
it
to
powder
and
snort
it
Bran-Br-Br-Brand
Nubian
(Once
again!)
Br-Brand
Nubian
Punks
jump
up
to
get
beat
down
I'll
throw
you
in
a
fuckin'
trunk
with
your
feet
bound
Niggas
want
beef?
Get
your
meat
ground
NYC,
this
not
a
sweet
town
Hear
the
crack
of
the
bones
and
let
the
streets
run
red
Have
you
shackled
in
your
home
with
the
gun
to
your
head
This
is
personal,
it
ain't
shit
about
bread
Reversible
skull
when
I'm
splittin'
that
head
Same
script,
who
come
up
outta
the
fold
for
ya?
Liveness,
still
outta
control
for
ya
We
home
team,
we
gon'
roll
for
ya
Marksmen,
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
Yeah,
yeah,
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
Yeah,
yeah,
creep
up
on
'em
slow
for
ya
Long
range,
boom!
Let
it
go
for
ya
M.O.P.,
we
put
'em
in
a
hole
for
ya
Yeah,
Iceberg,
nigga
The
Rugged
Man
made
the
call,
I'm
here
My
niggas
ain't
Bloods,
they
straight
Crippin'
My
niggas
ain't
cool,
they
set
trippin'
Thought
it
was
a
game,
'til
you
felt
that
hot
lead
My
gats
ain't
semi,
they
belt
fed
Pop
up
at
ya
motherfuckin'
crib
like
god
damn
Found
out
where
you
lived
on
your
Instagram
25
cops
at
the
crime
scene
My
niggas
crash
your
pad
like
a
SEAL
Team
Burn
motherfucker,
one
syllable
Ice
More
whips
than
The
Passion
of
Christ
Blam-bong,
blam-bong,
blood
lies
and
alibis
Tell
his
mama
reply
before
this
turn
into
a
homicide
Nigga,
ante
up
the
ransom
(Come
on!)
Tell
that
bitch
to
hurry
up
before
I
blam
son
(Cause
we)
Do
it
all
day
(We)
do
it
the
hard
way
(We)
Do
it
the
Brook-nam
way,
I'm
talkin'
broad
day
(We)
We
be
the
M.O.
(M.O.)
MO-Ps
You
already
know
my
M.O.
(M.O.)
OGs
Bong!
![R.A. the Rugged Man - All My Heroes Are Dead](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/o/a/d/q/9fngxmqdao.jpg)
1 All My Heroes Are Dead (The Introduction)
2 Legendary Loser
3 Golden Oldies (feat. Atmosphere & Eamon)
4 Wondering (How To Believe) [feat. David Myles]
5 Dragon Fire (feat. Ghostface Killah, Masta Killa, Kool G Rap & XX3eme)
6 All Systems Go
7 Cancelled Skit
8 Angelic Boy
9 Gotta Be Dope (feat. A.F.R.O & DJ Jazzy Jeff)
10 First Born (feat. Novel)
11 E.K.N.Y. (Ed Koch New York) [feat. Inspectah Deck & Timbo King]
12 Hate Speech
13 Living Through a Screen (Everything Is a Lie) [feat. The Kickdrums]
14 Contra-Dictionary
15 The Slayers Club (feat. M.O.P., Vinnie Paz, Chris Rivers, Onyx, Chino XL, Brand Nubian & Ice-T)
16 Life of the Party
17 The Big Snatch
18 John John Skit
19 Who Do We Trust? (feat. Immortal Technique)
20 Malice of Mammon (feat. Chuck D)
21 Sean riP (Interlude) [feat. Shaun P]
22 The After Life (feat. Sarah Smith & Kelly Waters)
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