Pure Uncut (remix) Lyrics - Canibus

[Eightball] 

DMX McGruff and Canibus. You know where you heard it first. My man Cardin, G 

Black, Ralph, Universal Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball *DMX 

barks in background* DMX (What?) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby. 

Yeah, its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw. Its the Pure Uncut, raw we 

keep it raw. Listen... 

[DMX] 

Niggas at Ruff Ryders is the illest, baby gorillas 

And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us 

Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot 

Fucking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot 

Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys 

Like that crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed? 

It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down 

Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground 

Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heart? 

?For my kids? I thank you God 

And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground 

Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound 

At least! I gave it to another nigga for lookin 

Money, ?could never stop my slugs? from cookin 

Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you 

Leave your skeleton in the cemetery 

[Eightball] 

Dum, du-du, dum 

Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu bum? 

We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty green 

I'm a fiend for this rap thing 

Down South hustiln' and we all about the cream 

Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the city 

Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty 

Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to murder with me 

Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply 

I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech 

Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back 

Bucklin, real dogs stay around for troublin 

Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin 

Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud trippin 

Victims who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin 

You heard me, are you worthy 

To ride with the Suave House and get down and dirty? 

Chorus [Eightball] 

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw*2X* 

Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw 

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw 

(What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw 

*repeat* 

[McGruff] 

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow 

If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes? 

Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose 

Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes 

Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap 

Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and Cognac 

Ain't just me, my whole freakin army strapped 

Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you? 

Touch you, you act like you want trouble 

Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me 

don't hustle 

I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle 

Yo, I squeeze till your vocal tussle 

Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble 

Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick 

Sucker for love, think you can fuck with McGruff? 

Now listen mister 

Gruff put your soul in a twister 

[Canibus] 

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with Eightball and Tony Draper 

Askin me for a favor 

Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock 

Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot 

Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me Canibus because I bust 

a lot 

You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got 

Being a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop 

She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top 

I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot 

Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped 

I punch you in the jaw-ops 

You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks 

You think that best works? You think you can't get hurt? 

The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you 

A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through 

Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two 

To keep me from killing you with the lyrical 

All you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin shit 

See, what goes around comes around, bitch