[Eightball]
 DMX McGruff and Canibus. You know where you heard it first. My man
 Cardin  G
 Black  Ralph  Universal Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut
 Eightball *DMX
 barks in background* DMX (What?) DMX  McGruff  McGruff  and Canibus
 baby.
 Yeah  its the Pure Uncut  raw  we keep it raw. Its the Pure Uncut  raw
 we
 keep it raw. Listen...
 [DMX]
 Niggas at Ruff Ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
 And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
 Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot
 Fucking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
 Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
 Like that crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
 It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
 Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
 Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heart?
 ?For my kids? I thank you God
 And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
 Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
 At least! I gave it to another nigga for lookin
 Money, ?could never stop my slugs? from cookin
 Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you
 Leave your skeleton in the cemetery
 [Eightball]
 Dum, du-du, dum
 Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu bum?
 We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty green
 I'm a fiend for this rap thing
 Down South hustiln' and we all about the cream
 Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the city
 Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
 Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to murder with me
 Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
 I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech
 Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
 Bucklin, real dogs stay around for troublin
 Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
 Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
 Victims who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
 You heard me, are you worthy
 To ride with the Suave House and get down and dirty?
 Chorus [Eightball]
 Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw*2X*
 Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
 Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
 (What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
 *repeat*
 [McGruff]
 Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
 If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
 Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
 Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes
 Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
 Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and Cognac
 Ain't just me, my whole freakin army strapped
 Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
 Touch you, you act like you want trouble
 Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to
 tell me
 don't hustle
 I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
 Yo, I squeeze till your vocal tussle
 Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
 Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
 Sucker for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
 Now listen mister
 Gruff put your soul in a twister
 [Canibus]
 Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with Eightball and
 Tony Draper
 Askin me for a favor
 Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber
 glock
 Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot
 Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me Canibus because
 I bust
 a lot
 You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother
 got
 Being a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop
 She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
 I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
 Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
 I punch you in the jaw-ops
 You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
 You think that best works? You think you can't get hurt?
 The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
 A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through
 Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
 To keep me from killing you with the lyrical
 All you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin shit
 See, what goes around comes around, bitch