Lirieke:
Ruthless Bastards

heard of you, verbally servin you I analyze 'em then I size 'em up, where's the rope? Tie 'em up Gag his mouth, shut him up, Ruthless Bastards don't give

the chrome out, blow your bones out Then again, that's all that I know, I'm guaranteed to blow Cop a phat lab with acres so my weed could grow Infrared, Ruthless

kids y'all see in them mag pictures And however I gotta feed 'em I will All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will Interfere with that it

This is the story of a murderer A cold blooded killer, a ruthless, harmless, slaughterer I didn't mean to kill him, listen to me, wait I was talkin'

your peekhole, pussy Warning: my trigga finga gets busy Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase See I'm ruthless

to do a record with 'Pac So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box You end up in a box 'cause of them grave robbing bastards Dig ya' grave back

I think a fan shot you, they was jealous of your jewelry And the jury thought they got you, I fast, prepare for the rapture With a [Unverified] for the ghetto bastards

with the flow Bigg Jus, they start fuming when I set it After the verse I got the fat cat Krylon paint, radioactive Busting out sockets leaving earth in this bastard

I'm a give you 3500 cash for that Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack They won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap