Yo, what's the deal?
We the roughest, toughest, roughest, toughest
Archie Lee the hitman
K.K.
More figures
So if you wanna be a rough guy, a tough guy, you'll die
We won't wait for the one, and the word's wild out
We bust back, every time we bang on wax
And we roll over niggas, free of charge, no tax
And I say my name, they lookin' for the one to blame
My peep game, in the dark, bringin' the pain
The fullest brain, instant contact to the brain
We leave stains, hold up by the money and thangs
And we damn die, nigga
How the hell did you figure hothead wouldn't split ya?
We the one that'll get ya, smokin' in those hit liquor
We buzzin' in the club, like Master P, we riding
What we made of, we the roughest, toughest
All the ladies love us, if you ain't break bread
With a stem, we don't trust, get out my face
We got the flavor you can't taste
Gettin' rich, and we fit, why you still out of place?
We getting rich
We rough and rugged, and we all about our money and clout
Player haters talkin' down, they gettin' hit, name off
It's the commission, pay attention, cause we runnin' this *
With Archie Lee the hitman, steady buckin' the *
I hope you duckin' the *, because we knockin' down doors
Keep the Glock with the beam, for the adversaries that fold
That's how I go, you givin' it up, we livin' it up
So call the coroner to get to diggin' you up
You * out of luck, cause everything we touch go flat
So you can bring on the beef, cause we be ready for that
We land you flat, bringin' a hat, the paper gon' stack
An assassin with the mic, destroyin' you buses on wax
We rippin' up tracks, givin' player haters the blues
Find they bodies in the river, suckin' concrete shoes
I pay my dues, so niggas stop buggin' and *
Hardheads and more figures, rough and rugged and *
We rippin' rugged, man, you niggas can't touch this
Jammed out, affiliated, so we * *
We makin' bills, keepin' it real
Never leave the crib without packin' my steel
We buck buck, as soon as the rhyme set off
We buck buck, the haters get hit in they mouth
They out of luck, we all about our money
And cloud, they got stuck, in a hard spot you can't get out
I'm standin' down for mines, loyal to my niggas
And small figures, stayin' ready to pull a trigger
Got guns bigger than every one of you always niggas
Get sprayed quicker, I guarantee you get your ass
Injured, oh, did I mention, we on a whole other venture
Some mafia * that end up in your wig split
Make reservations for your casket
And call the coroner to wrap you in some plastic
This * drastic, look what you're facin'
There's no escapin', this gonna be your next time
You gon' die, so don't try, you face to face with evil eye
And wise guy, special eye, and bring your pain when we rise
You feel me now?
He was actin' like a whole 99% bitch
So I had to tap him with my 4-4
Don't wanna go before tempo no more
I just gotta let him know
I'm determined to keep on earnin'
The Hitman, a.k.a. Archie Lee
Twin Glocks on my seat when we ride 4D
We clicked up, niggas feel us when we roll up
They throwed up, I guess they sick, we blowed up
We showed up and pulled up, and at the same time
These niggas can't even touch our rhymes
We drop hits, while niggas talk *
We stay declining, while they declining
We shinin' like diamonds, icy pieces
Space-age car nieces, no car payment
Why you leasin'? I'm on it
Smokin' top flight until the early morning
My hits keep me rich, I do the * quick
Then I hit the list, I'm on it
Say your tricks for the silly rabbit
Walk around and let you have it
* me with my cap, we ain't laughin'
We all suck like MJ, and if you owe the commission
Best to pay like your way, rough and rugged
We rough and rugged, man, you niggas can't touch this
Jammed out, affiliated, so we * *
We makin' millions, keepin' it real
Never let it grill without backin' my steel
We buck buck, as soon as the rounds that I
We buck buck, and haters gettin' hit in they mouth
They out of luck, we out of out of money and clout
You got stuff, and hard spot, and you can't get out
It's smooth, nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Try to test and get blessed with a wet t-shirt
Quittin' and work, I'm really tryin' to keep it political
Don't make this * physical, I can really get critical
You're pitiful, pathetic, my clique is energetic
Got six figures to wreck it if the * gets hectic
I'm the dumb, got two tons, watch my back
Give the word to my pack, let's see, I want it whack
If you did, you die, if you lied, you fry
Pregnated of underballs, he's commissioned third eye
Call me boss of the house, or you can call me Luciano
Niggas gettin' spread, gettin' played like piano
Murder, baby, we leave they dick in the mud
Baptize your whole clique in a puddle of blood
From the small to the tall, the skinny to the fat
Lil' Kiki rough and rugged, puttin' heads on flat
We the roughest
We rough and rugged, man, you niggas can't touch this
Jammed out affiliated, so we * *
We makin' meals, keepin' it real
Never leave the crib without backin' my steel
We buck buck, as soon as the rounds let off
We buck buck, and haters gettin' hit in they mouth
They out of luck, we out of out of money and clout
You got stuff, and hard spot, and you can't get out
You got stuff, and hard spot, and you can't get out