So Ruff Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah 

Geah 

Geah 

Hoo-bang, nigga 

Some of that futuristic shit 

For that ass 

Keepin it thuggish, though 

Check it out 

[ verse 1 ] 

The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough 

Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff 

Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff 

Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough 

My theme is I push music to driveby 

I slide through, scoop up four and ride high 

Strap under the seat my hood technique 

As I destroy your block like dante's peak 

Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun 

On my turf puttin in work since day one 

Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues 

Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news 

John walsh, wash me up, you're crazy 

Havin my face captured 180 

Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, f**k 

The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck 

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[ chorus ] 

Sometimes in the hood it's so rough 

That makes niggas from the hood stay tough 

Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs 

16, double the stash, you do the math(2x) 

[ verse 2 ] 

I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack 

And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack 

Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin 

When they ask make fast and start heatin 

Niggas ain't f**kin around - dodge mine 

Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down 

Keep your face to the ground, don't even look 

Photos 

No positive I'd and all the money was took 

Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches 

Took a trip across town just to floss my riches 

Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin 

One more hit on your house where y'all nappin 

Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour 

The hollow point shower 

The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour 

Straight, eiht regulate my thug power 

[ chorus ] 

[ verse 3 ] 

My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it 

Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it 

Stay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin over 

G's in lows puttin holes up in a rover 

Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes 

Real thugs hail from the west, first rule 

In fact, we the first bloods and crips 

First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips 

First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop 

Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop 

Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats 

Pepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streets 

Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight 

Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite 

Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go 

I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show 

[ chorus ] 

Geah 

Hoo-bang, nigga 

That makes niggas from the turf stay tough 

Geah 

Westside, you know 

Sometimes in the hood it's so rough 

Geah, you know what we do 

That makes niggas from the turf stay tough