Ruste Juxx & Kyo Itachi - No Prints (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man) | Текст песни

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• Ruste Juxx & Kyo Itachi
• No Prints (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man)

[Ruste Juxx]
Wuddup!
No Face No Prints
You already know what crime it is. 211

Yo, crime is money that's the name of the game
Just get paid, nigga, fuck the fame
Lay back and smoke me a pound
Then I compose a furious sound
Gea. Rest in peace Killah Sha
Watch ya back in these streets its do or die
And all I do is cash checks in
Wherever the money at, I'm headed in that direction
You should have known from the jump
Watch ya body get blown from the pump
I don't sell crack no more, I sell bars
My 16's the price of luxury cars
Superstar in the hood, they love me
Never put a punk ass rapper above me
Put'em beneath me
6 feet deep
Fuck a rap battle this is real street beef
Most definite, I'm the host wreakin shit
One, two, one, two mic checkin shit
Stop being greedy. Juxx need to play, too
Like that russian told Rocky, I'mma break you
We 300 deep, whilin in da club
Back pocket carryin black mask and gloves
Thats for the getaway, no face, no prints
No license plate, window dark tint
Thorough bred nigga, you a mixed breed
I'm a V6, nigga you a six-speed

[R.A. the Rugged Man]
Yo, homeless veterans with limbs missing
Innocent victims put into prisons
Parents pill popping, fiending for government prescriptions
A man, homeless, feet full of fungus
Dying with gangrene
Sleeping in garbage with rats
Sipping a bottle of Jim Beam
I put hatred on paper for pages
In this concrete jungle, we the animals
That's why they lock us in cages
Acquaintances and enemies
Actin like friends and fam
Waiting to turn your body into the corpse
Of a dead man
Since I was a baby in a bib
My pops had most of the neighborhood murderers
Kicking it, and playing cards in the crib
But good men, my big sister never preferred it
She grew up having crushes on gang members
And men who have murdered
As a kid, life was my only teacher
I didn't play video games, I played chess with the Grim Reaper
I'm legendary, you just an impostor
The cops wanna mace me
I gargle mace like it's a spray of banaca
True story, let me verbalize
My genetics are permanently polluted by poisonous
Government herbicides
Yea, you don't want no parts of the war
I'm a bloodthirsty hungry and starving
Meat eating carnivore
This New York City in ya headset
You pussies leavin your pissy bet wet
Begging and crying
Rugged Man is he dead yet? No!

[Outro]
No face, no prints
No face, no prints
No prints
No face, no prints
No face, no prints