Rugged lyrics

by

JGreen


[Intro]
Was out the window with the chopper, how many bodies it get
Tool out, robbin' all them n*ggas I hit
I would drive my mama crazy, but she still love her jit
Junkies knockers at the door, tryna get 'em a fix, man

[Chorus]
The street life get rugged
I got youngins out here thuggin'
And they'll bust your ass for nothin', woah (They will, they will)
They'll bust your ass for nothin', yeah
I said the street life rugged (Rugged, my n*gga)
I got youngins out here thuggin' (They out here thuggin', my n*gga)
And they'll touch your ass for nothin', hey
Said they'll touch your ass for nothin'

[Verse 1]
And I'm like f*ck that, mama, these what these streets raised me
n*gga playin' games, know these boys gon' have to take me
Thirty on the Glock, hopin' this sh*t save me
A n*gga catch me lackin', then I know that they gon' spray me
Thirty on the Glock, I'm tryna let these n*ggas have it
n*ggas playin' games, they can catch me all in traffic
I ain't with that talkin', I'ma up it, I'ma blast it (Yeah)
Ayy, know lil' Jalen whack sh*t, I clap sh*t
How many times these n*ggas said they gon' ride for me?
How many times these n*ggas said that they gon' die for me? (How many times?)
But when it came down to that time, they wasn't gon' slide for me (They wasn't)
Yeah, when it came down to that time, ain't slang no iron for me
Kept it trill with n*ggas
I felt that in my heart, I kept it real with n*ggas (I kept it real, I kept it real)
And if they playin' games, I'll peel them n*ggas
Oh, if they playin' games, I'll drill them n*ggas
I'm for real, lil' n*gga

[Chorus]
The street life get rugged (It do, it do)
I got youngins out here thuggin' (I got youngins out here)
And they'll bust your ass for nothin', woah (They will, they will)
They'll bust your ass for nothin', yeah (They will, they will)
I said the street life rugged
I got youngins out here thuggin' (I got youngins out here)
And they'll touch your ass for nothin', hey (They will, they will)
Said they'll touch your ass for nothin'

[Verse 2]
n*ggas swung the block and hit my dawg up
Now I'm ridin' 'round with a semiautomatic tucked
I don't give a f*ck, I'ma touch all 'em (Don't care)
I don't give a f*ck, I'ma touch all 'em (I don't care)
'Cause if you ridin' for the n*gga
Best believe you dyin' with the n*gga
And if you slidin' 'bout your n*gga
Oh, slang that iron 'bout your n*gga, slang that iron 'bout your n*gga, yeah
Like murder she wrote, murder she wrote (Murder)
This sh*t's like murder she wrote (It's like murder), murder she wrote (It's like murder)
Murder she wrote (It's like murder), murder she wrote (It's like murder)
This sh*t's like murder she wrote (Murder), murder she wrote
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