Ruff Neckin - Richie Rich

If A is for apple and J is for jack

Then why so many brothas claim they wantin' to roll a sack

They get they first zipper, cut it up in rocks

Sack it up in bags, then it’s off to the block

Everything is tight while the day is right and sunny

Homie gettin' to smilin' ‘cause he makin' a little money

But what about when it rains and the task get to jackin'

That’s when you see that brotha game start lackin'

Err, uh, duh, I’d like to tell you where he dwells

The color of his car and the poison that he sells

It’s called crackola, he’s snitchin' on the dry

It ain’t like he a punk but now that jail thing ain’t fly

What if they bend him over and hit it from the back?

And Mr. Officer?

He finna take you to the sack

That’s the way it goes when you foolin' with these snitches

I’m back for Ninety… and I’m wantin' is my riches

Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double

Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)

Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double

Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)

One, two, I’m bucklin' my shoe

Three, four, I’m finna hit the floor

Five, six, I’m picking up the sticks

‘Cause these tricks in my mix need to miss with that bullsh…

I don’t trot but I stomp like a horse

Women give me my props, top notch, and, of course

You know I’m gettin' faded, young and old, fat or slim

Them kids belong to him ‘cause I did her with a jim

I’m never caught dippin', no, I’m playin' ‘em like a sport

No monkey wrench tramp is finna run me through them courts

And prove to the judge that the double ain’t straight

‘Cause me, myself and I, punk, we fade ‘em from the gate

The last three cats that a tramp wants to meet

And if you talkin' sh…, you got to give me four feet

Go get an education, and when you get it, let me know

And let them gold teeth and that beeper thang go

‘Cause now it’s now it’s ninety…, it’s time for Rich to bust a grape

And if you want a sack, run and buy this hype tape

Remember that voice that came in '89 bumpin'

Throwin' styles, it ain’t no future in your frontin'

Don’t get it twisted, I keep my thang on tight

‘Cause in the sideshow, I took you sideways to the next light

Yeah, that’s me, the R, the I, the C

The H, to the I, uh, to the E

It’s young Rich, baby, and ain’t a damn thang changed

My Cutlass bumps and, yeah, I’m still in them dice games

So what they hittin' foe?

I dig this stock

And it’s my block, so back up, mark, this is my knock

And I’mma serve ‘em wit' love

And if push comes to shove, I’mma give this brotha two dubs

‘Cause I love to see ‘em bubble

And if you cross the double, boy, you know you in trouble

Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double

Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)

Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double

Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)

See, I’m like Rumple-stil-big-bad-skin, with AK-47s and Mac-10s

And 11s, 12-shot 9s don’t work

‘Cause really a brotha need rounds to do some dirt

Out in this izz-O, don’t get your head rolled, young ass…

Tryna fool wit' a bigga figga

The D-U-double B-EL, don’t mix me up with C. L

And anything I do, punk, we keepin' it on the DL

I’m in the game strong, slangin' the game, gettin' a half-a-thang

Slappin' them bones and servin' straight stones

Flippin' Irocs on thee tops, ‘cause that’s the way that we ride

Ain’t no G-ride, but I’m down to take thee ride

All through the Town to serve a knot

And if I got, I’ll ride my big block

‘Cause 5−0s, they be on big jock

And ain’t nothin' like the Crown Vic gettin' used by the slapstick

As I say ‘peace' to Suzy Chapstick

I’m out, ready to swerve straight to 580

And ain’t no sense in stoppin' ‘cause my L’s is shady

And uh, they would love to fluke up on a brotha like the double

(«Now you know you in trouble»)

Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double

Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)

Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double

Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)

Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double

Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)

Ruff neckin' on the track…

Flossin' on that ass («Baby…too loc’ed out»)