No Prints

[Intro: Ruste Juxx] Wuddup! No face, no prints You already know what crime it is, 211 [Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] 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, it's 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 wrecking shit One, two, one, two mic checking shit Stop being greedy, Juxx need to play, too Like that Russian told Rocky, I'mma break you We 300 deep, wilding in da club Back pocket carrying black mask and gloves That's for the getaway, no face, no prints No license plate, window dark tint Thoroughbred 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 is 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, acting 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 Binaca True story, let me verbalize My genetics are permanently polluted by poisonous Government herbicides Yeah, 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 leaving 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