Till My Heart Stops

[Intro: Evil Dee] (Yes yes y'all, yeah yeah y'all, yes to the yeah y'all, yes yes yeah y'all yeah) Word up, R.A., Rock on! (Yeah y'all, yes yes y'all, yeah y'all yes y'all, yeah yeah yes y'all) [Hook 1: R.A. the Rugged Man (Agallah)] We not like you other MC's (Riding fake props) I'll be in this rap shit till my fucking heart stops [Hook 2: R.A. the Rugged Man {Agallah}] (We not like you other MC's) Riding fake props (Evil Dee is on the mix, c'mon kick it!) (Acting hard but you front in front of the cops) [Verse 1: Agallah] Karate flick co-starring Agallah and, me and you street sparring Yo son what about Sharon I'm in the mansion sipping Dom with Wong from Hong Kong We smoking fucking hydro out the bong You telling me Adolf the Assassinator "you the don" Don what nigga, that's that old funny shit Yo we got the information, yo where the money kid? Fucking up ya generation like the mob I'm on my job, yo Brooklyn New York street heart throb Knock you out till your fucking face blob 8-Off the Assassinator, yo kid we hard Yo smack you on some barbecue lard Yo kid, yo niggas is hungry you god! Yo, I know what time it is like clap and flash and shaft Sit down with my niggas, smoke weed, watch a video and laugh Yo, smacking bitches on the ass Yo, anymore weed to pass? That's the next question, the next suggestion It's where your rhyme profession, sinking down the drain Yo fuck his name, fuck the game 8-Off the Assassinator shooting like the flamethrower Yo God, split the seas like Noah, or should I say Moses Everything is not fucking dandelions and roses Supposed to fold us, niggas chose us to rock us 8-Off the, stop us, see our dime droppers Niggas with the shit poppers, I'm on some high school shit Running through the fucking hall ripping open niggas lockers Seeing if they stole my rhymes Yo kid I'm giving niggas one more chance, one more time to enhance Yo kid I seen a glance of a cat trying to steal my rap All them niggas deserve is a smack Adolf the, I don't like that You a baby need to feed similac, yo god, how about that? I seen you doubt that raw route that Yo Adolf the, how you being to me? Yo you need to wake up smelling the coffee [Hook 1] [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] Cause we complain daily, cursed with all types of bad lucks It's common sense, "everybody's life sucks" Don't you know that? I knew this, my whole life The anglo-saxon, Caucasian, low life The no money broke life, the subway cup holders Street corners, constantly look over you shoulders It's official, we dirty crusty, till death do us, or does us It's a shame ain't nobody love us Plus understand this Rugged Man be who the man is I'm trying to piss on white bitches, trying to act like they Spanish My two fists light you, if I fight you, I bite you Like Mike Tyson, we street-fighting The money, pussy, plus the glamour, none of it's exciting I'm sick of living, I stay depressed make me wanna give in (Make me wanna give in, make me wanna give in, make me wanna give in) I'm not gonna be able to do this shit y'all Suffolk County that's the place we live Exit 6-2 crazy ass Stonybrook kids Vinnie Baretta Human Beatbox Bum, who be the sickest? Nobody sicker, your click's thick but mine's thicker I rock wit ya, who iller? You outta place Got big balls whip the dick out, fuck you in your face The beautiful, the rap leader, the lack of cash dreamer The 450 lb fat bitch ass-eater Yo ask MC Hammer if he seen her I need a freak like Adina, yo Agallah bring the heater They biting styles like mosquita But fuck them I stay creeping, which bitch wanna get they pussy eaten? Super-freak hideous I went to school on the special ED minibus Can't trust us, bust us, who rugged? Us Adolf Agallah, R.A. the Rugged Man [Hook 1 x2] [Hook 2 x2] [Outro: Evil Dee] Word up, know what I'm saying, Evil Dee in your area If you listening on cassette, you better turn that motherfucker over If you got a CD, let that motherfucker play Cause we going on to the next side