live at The bees are snakes and they just feed off the fuckin rats [All] If im a bastard then your a bastard Everybodys a bastard Get the gats cause
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
and turn into a savage When I was young I used to see bullets fly past my carriage) and not the average, we still tryin to live lavish Ruthless Bastards
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
Deshawn, and witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand. Turnin' your home to a casket, turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard
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
get back to that block shit Make it impossible for haters who wanna pop shit (I got this) I'm leanin back in the cockpit I drop big bombs these bastards
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'
turns out I'm a gangsta, you try my hand and get cut And hav by the raft for the A K dunn I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless You got
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 flip a def jam And ruff up the motherfuckin' house Cause I smother you cold chillin' mother fuckers are still warner brothers I'm ruthless my clan
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
knees The fear has got me [Blaze] After all that I have ever done And all that you will ever see for life Death beyond the grave How will they remember
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
our future means nothing at all recover to stand for the final call can't you hear me calling ... can't you hear me crawling now? take my hands ruthless
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
examination Now I'm coming for you, there will be no mistrial Citizen retaliation, the mode of your demise Moral speculation, some other poor 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
