Still Grimey

Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex
I cave in your chest, this one came from the 'jects
Yeah, the cause and effect make innocent blood pour
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test

Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still slimey (slimey)
Don't try me (don't try me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (ayo, listen)
You can not retire me (yo)

Bring fire and Ruck let the heat pour
Niggas like, "Ruck, Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's Rock?"
None of your biz, fuck around and run in your crib
Wife like, "He ain't here," throw some to your wiz
Niggas running up on me 'til the tre' pound click
Talking 'bout, "Ruck, let's battle," on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like, "Nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit"
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting these ratchets (bah)
Call me gay basher for fucking up these faggots
Y'all niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch on the left-hand side
Sean gone 'til November, stole Wyclef's ride
Bob Backlund, carjacking, New Jersey driving
Y'all niggas ain't think about rapping 'til you hear me rhyming, oh (yeah)

Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still slimey (slimey, nigga)
Don't try me (don't try me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (ayo)
You can not retire me (yeah)

I keeps it real in the field, Navy seal on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded in the history of rap, two-inch reels
Seven to ten deals, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilled, another thug killed
Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
With the Cash Money clique, No Limits and no frills
Mad 'cause your ho feeling P. Sunzini
Kid you as sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga
Ladi-dadi, the Gods like to party
We don't cause trouble, but we will make you a body
Ladi-dadi, the Sunn likes to party
I don't cause trouble but I will make you a body
Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two of my ninjas beside me
Lively, floating on some Ducatti's
With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy
Jewelry rocky, Spanish pieces, they call me papi
Clear fire Bacardi, sobered up like Gotti
Rest in peace to my dawg, Shotti (yeah)

Still grimy (grimy, nigga, yeah)
Still slimey (slimey, nigga, yeah)
Don't try me (don't try me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)

On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building, looking at myself in the truck
My reflection's (still grimy)
Oscar the Grouch's worms (still slimey)
I got a jones for Miss Piggy's ham hiney (pause)
I can be a bum in the slums and slam shiny ('cause)
On every corner, I'm grams, you can find me
The boss of the burners, I fire shots if your nine speak (true)
This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too?
Better have they face in the game like the Blue Man Group
I know you smell me (woo), I make it funky
Rock hard and kick ass like (I hate you donkeys)
My oatmeal lumpy, my Johnson's mumpy, Harlem humpty
Hungry wolves, pain's hummer, harbor hungry
Dumpty, blazing trees, now leave an O.E. Present
Know why the hood feel me, like police presence? ('Cause I'm)

Still grimy
Still slimey
Don't try me (don't try me)
It's been ten long years
You can not retire me