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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tairrie B
Tairrie B
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tairrie B
Tairrie B
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Schoolly D
Schoolly D
Producer

Lyrics

Here we go on the flow, I got some suckas on the ill tip So I suppose I'll have to straighten this up real quick Give me that microphone and get lost The female mob boss I'm strolling on punks like they ain't shit Cuz I'm legit, and down with The Syndicate This is a Comptown hit (Ruthless) And thinking you can get with this is useless I'm Tairrie B, I got this one for a purpose Suckas trying to step because they see what's on the surface But I'll pull your card, then we'll see who's got the hardest It's not the color, it's the heart of the artist And you can't ignore the Woman who will roar Notice the hardcore (hardcore) Style , Scope the dope profile Listen a while, child, It's all compiled Like a text And the next to flex will get waxed It ain't nothing but a pile of melted tracks Schoolly, break it on down East coast And let's stone cold toast Now Schoolly's got the music and me, I got the lyrical Eazy's by my side, making sure that the spirit goes Into the show, and so the whole thing kicks Echo Sound is where we mix Eazy-E's on the set and I'm in [?] no doubt That a Ruthless bitch has just stepped out [A Comptowner to the open?] that she's gulpin' All the boyz in the hood... ...and they go hopin' They can get with me, like when you saw my cover And stepped up to me trying to be my lover But that ain't happening, yo, cuz I ain't with it You tried to play the [declawed stay a minute?] This style is so wild, boy you can't handle it I don't need a man to get Stupid for me , I'll do just fine on my own And I'll rip up the system, steal the show A girl gets out of hand and I'll smack the ho So for those who thought I couldn't do this (Yo Tairrie) What? (Show them who's Ruthless) Now the cap I wear reads Comptown on it Y'all can't read or something, shit So a brother steps up talking all kinda junk (Bitch, you ain't from Compton) Shut the fuck up, punk! And pay your respects to the queen of Comptown Punks talking junk are the punks I stomp down Heel to toe, in steel-toed boots Platinum blonde with Italian roots Clever with rhyming, Forever like diamonds You sleep while I creep so I keep climbing Objective: your desire Always draped in the flyest attire Damage is done and you can bet that I did it With finesse, in a dress that's perfectly fitted Juice my hitlist , They can't get with this Female caucasian, can I get a witness? (Yeah!) I know you heard it before, I won't bore ya: Yo Compton? Am I white and I throw ya? Yo everybody thinks that I'm Rocking you And that's why I got a record deal (Fuck naw, she won't even give me the pussy) (Word)
Writer(s): Sylvester Stewart, Tarrie Beth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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