Mad Ammo - feat. F.T. & R.A. The Rugged Man

[feat. F.T., R.A. The Rugged Man]
 [Intro Hook: Vocal Sample x4]
 "You know I love the way it's goin' down (goin' down) "
 [Talking Intro:]
 Uhhhh
 (Yeah, Stand Out... Celph Titled... FT!)
 Rugged Man, Buckwild... Let's do it!
 [Chorus: Celph Titled]
 ("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out
 Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
 ("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about
 We got a hundred rounds, bitch we ain't come to talk it out
 ("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
 And body y'all without a muthafuckin' bodyguard
 ("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred
 Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark
 [Verse 1: FT]
 Haters be tryin' to keep F a secret
 Eat dick, I'm not the one to beef with
 Peep this, dog, you gon' rest in pieces
 For actin' like Sylvester, Garfield, Heathcliff
 Pussy MC's I run thru yo' shit
 Like a untrained blue-nosed pit who won't quit
 Foamin' at the mouth cause the bitch is sick
 I'm screamin' six words: Fuck you and suck my dick!
 You will get served steppin' to me
 I guarantee you gon' see somethin' you probably'd never would see
 On top is where I'm destined to be
 Stop yappin', I make you quit rappin' indefinitely
 And I make hits effortlessly, Mr. F-to-the-T
 Is gettin' money, smokin' medicine leaves
 To be honest it's a deadly disease
 I'm way ahead of my league, layin' verses for incredible fees
 I got a incredible flow, competitors know
 Not to ask for a chance, I'm not lettin' it go
 Give me money, cash and ass instead of the blow
 You gon' make me spaz and smash yo' head in the do', fool
 [Chorus: Celph Titled]
 ("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out
 Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
 ("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about
 We got a hundred rounds, bitch we ain't come to talk it out
 ("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
 And body y'all without a muthafuckin' bodyguard
 ("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred
 Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark
 [Verse 2: Celph Titled]
 Double barrel from my vocal booth, I shoot with both lungs
 Find me in Beirut with blow guns, I'm Babe Ruth with home runs
 You're a crackhead with base hits
 Preachin' to the choir like Mase did
 They put a price on my head, I asked 'em how much it was
 Told 'em find the guy who put the hit, and I'll double it up
 No you can't run circles around us, triangular force
 BUCK, one round each
 Bring war like a rudeboy shotta, steel alloy binoculars
 Peepin' ya movements, (Why's he abusive?)
 Cause it's easy to do it
 Have ya jaw wired, now a straw's required to eat some soup shit
 Bitches get souped quick, wanna know how the meat taste
 On a man focused on his briefcase
 Haagen-Das cheesecake at fancy restaurants
 Even my chicken breast got a bulletproof vest on
 [Chorus: Celph Titled]
 ("Uh-uh-oh") These rappers better watch out
 Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
 ("Uh-uh-oh") And y'ain't know what this about
 We got a hundred rounds, bitch we ain't come to talk it out
 ("Uh-uh-oh") Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
 And body y'all without a muthafuckin' bodyguard
 ("Uh-uh-oh") Everybody face gettin' scarred
 Play with God and you gon' come face to face with a shark
 [Verse 3: RA The Rugged Man]
 Mic check one to the two-a, baby I'm a do ya
 And act like I never knew ya, I'm a dirtbag loser, use ya, abuse ya
 You better pray I don't choose ya, I'll bloody you and bruise ya
 Take you off the streets and recruit ya, you money makin', it's ya money I'm takin'
 Takin' ya cake and cookin' ya crack and get it shakin' and bakin'
 You basically basin' since 80's and Ronald Reagan
 Wigga-wack, jaw crack, sugar pop, dig 'em smack
 See me rip a track, young hoes sippin' similak
 Bring it back, I'm shovin' pipes up the asses of dykes
 Fuck women's rights, I got more pussy on me than hermaphrodites
 You hear what I'm doin'? Then say no more
 I can smash you with punchlines from '94
 Swing, chop, bloody axe, I'm sendin' bodies to their graves
 I'm the proof to the theory that white men come from caves
 Opposite of pacifist, if you Catholic I'm like a nun with a ruler
 Slappin' ya wrist, I'm hazardous when I'm packin' the cannon
 I'm back in this bitch, Rugged Man, is he man or a myth?
 Is he baggin' ya chick, is he punchin' or is his stamina sick?
 Buck he always stayed street, I was down with Buck in the early 90's
 When he was puttin' sleigh bells in every beat
 I'm like do that, ya hookers for cover cause I'm like more than High Strung
 I get slightly dumb, how many styles have I begun, come on!
 [Outro Sample:]
 "You know I love the way it's goin' down"