"Rugged Never Smooth" lyrics
(feat. Rasheed Chappell & Street Justice)
[Rasheed Chappell:]
Project City to Rochester
585, trust, yo
Uh, circa 1994, spot 'em on an iron horse
Nigga try to floss 'til a nigga eyeing yours
Run up on 'em with the toolie, make you run 'em off
Any hiccups with the stickup then the iron letting off
Many niggas died tryin' to prove they ain't soft
Era of the killers, gotta watch where you walk
White fiends juggle rock, call 'em Pistol Pete
Hit that Freaky Tah and they shake like Mr. Cheeks
Streets is the origin, the birth is the grail
Lease to the hearse so the coffin will sell
Product of the product that my father used to sell
'Fore my lines hit the streets, weigh 'em on a scale
Hammer or the nail, you the ant or the boot
Niggas love lies, they're allergic to truth
The proof in the pudding but it's pork in that food
Like Elijah the Messenger, I caution you, dude
[Street Justice:]
Look, all I cared about was clientele
I might as well, when I shop I'm buying drugs, so I'm buying scales
All I ever knew was buy and sell
Could try and fail, first time I flew a kite was inside a cell
To leave the jungle, hard to find a trail
Like writing braille, wrong move, you end up stepping on the lion's tail
It's all a trap, they designed it well
We're counting blessings and praying to the heavens but inside of hell
It Was Written, It Ain't Hard to Tell
I write it well, my words like the gunpowder that's inside a shell
The love of money is a demonic spell
It's all for sale, you'll never make the money that can buy itself
I saw real niggas lie and tell
Inside they're frail, in the hood they was goons now they cry and yell
'Cause the judge, he denying bail
From prior sales; will you kneel or appeal? Only time will tell
Your fam' write you but they're hiding mail
Will they convict you, your friends turn against you, or a client tell?
'Cause the feds got 'em wired well
Niggas that you're rolling with will lead 'em to you like a tire trail
The streets get you or you die in jail
This Book of Life never was a love story, it's a grimy tale
These Gods lost, so why rebel?
We in the belly of the beast like when Jonah was inside the whale
Project City to Rochester
585, trust, yo
Uh, circa 1994, spot 'em on an iron horse
Nigga try to floss 'til a nigga eyeing yours
Run up on 'em with the toolie, make you run 'em off
Any hiccups with the stickup then the iron letting off
Many niggas died tryin' to prove they ain't soft
Era of the killers, gotta watch where you walk
White fiends juggle rock, call 'em Pistol Pete
Hit that Freaky Tah and they shake like Mr. Cheeks
Streets is the origin, the birth is the grail
Lease to the hearse so the coffin will sell
Product of the product that my father used to sell
'Fore my lines hit the streets, weigh 'em on a scale
Hammer or the nail, you the ant or the boot
Niggas love lies, they're allergic to truth
The proof in the pudding but it's pork in that food
Like Elijah the Messenger, I caution you, dude
[Street Justice:]
Look, all I cared about was clientele
I might as well, when I shop I'm buying drugs, so I'm buying scales
All I ever knew was buy and sell
Could try and fail, first time I flew a kite was inside a cell
To leave the jungle, hard to find a trail
Like writing braille, wrong move, you end up stepping on the lion's tail
It's all a trap, they designed it well
We're counting blessings and praying to the heavens but inside of hell
It Was Written, It Ain't Hard to Tell
I write it well, my words like the gunpowder that's inside a shell
The love of money is a demonic spell
It's all for sale, you'll never make the money that can buy itself
I saw real niggas lie and tell
Inside they're frail, in the hood they was goons now they cry and yell
'Cause the judge, he denying bail
From prior sales; will you kneel or appeal? Only time will tell
Your fam' write you but they're hiding mail
Will they convict you, your friends turn against you, or a client tell?
'Cause the feds got 'em wired well
Niggas that you're rolling with will lead 'em to you like a tire trail
The streets get you or you die in jail
This Book of Life never was a love story, it's a grimy tale
These Gods lost, so why rebel?
We in the belly of the beast like when Jonah was inside the whale
