Pure Uncut lyrics

Artist  : Eightball 
Song : Pure Uncut



 Send "Pure Uncut" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Featuring Master P, Mystikal, Psycho Drama, Silkk
The Shocker]
Verse 1-(Silkk)
AHHHHHH! I kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no
f**kin problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some green,
I stay in cruise like control, but bustaz fold
like a bad poker hand,
now watch me shake this bit*h up, like the dice
games,
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz
like left an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bit*h,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same
clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um,
this where the gangstaz
at,
it's a real deal bit*h, the real shit, there's no
gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No
Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down
to die,
cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we
buck aside,
run it nigga nut wit yo five,
I like to lease sh*t it's gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave
an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar
to shy,
adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my
guys,
can't waste no time, it's first of my life an
money,
now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???,
gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up,
an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna
make you wish you
hadn't stuttered.
Verse 3-(Mystikal)
Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,
that's that bastard,
an as soon as you start runnin up like it's
hurtin ya,
it's when I f**k ya fasta,
don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this
bit*h I be if I have
to,
shut this mutha f**ka down, bend it backwards,
y'all already know where we at this is Suave
House, it's like my
house,
an if you ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then
ride out,
y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out,
sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my
mouth,
bit*h don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit
it,
or stay the f**k away from niggaz you got no
business,
we don't give a f**k about nothin, we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
 
(Chorus x2)
Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)
(Eightball)
Real playaz,
wit nothin but this uncut,
(Master P)
Down south fake hataz get tossed up.
(Eightball)
Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,
world wide wit this pure uncut. UGHH!
Verse 4-(Pysde)
Here goes this potioness vocaless,
wit the motion of locus,
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses
drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the
thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin
in project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be f**kin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper
than you,
some of these bit*hez as cold as a Chicago at
christmas an this is,
a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the
???,
ignorant mutha f**kaz that will get high an talk
from ???,
inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess
who after me,
the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it
after me.
Verse 5-(Master P)
UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me,
real niggaz an bit*hes get high wit me,
I live the life of a No Limit soldier,
I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
but we all about our piz-aper,
that's why I jumped in the double O an hooked up
wit Tony Draper,
so handle bizze at the biz-house,
it's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House,
gettin paid for the diz-ounds,
worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds,
so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!,
get rowdy, get bout it.
Verse 6-(Eightball)
Who is it? Big Ball payin a visit,
don't miss my exhibit, nigga I'm about to rip it,
apart,
startin wit yo heart, we ain't hard shit,
dirty as* street nigga, stained an the scarin
shit,
an foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit,
the Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit,
niggaz fear it cuz we strong an we black on,
green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone,
tornados flows, blow away my foes,
hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes,
Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama,
in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut.
(Chorus Eightball an Master P's x2)
(Suave House, No Limit soldiers x16)