Artist: Ruthless Bastardz Album: Too Raw for Radio Song: Misery, Pain & Hunger Pt. II Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: DJ Kayslay (Apocalipps)] If you ain't ready for what you're about to hear, cover ya fuckin' ears! Kayslay and Megatron This is what the streets been waitin' on! Too Raw for Radio, featuring Ruthless Bastardz (It's the Bastardz) Staten Island is back! [Chorus: Apocalipps] Aiyo, I've been through the misery, walked through the pain And our hunger's unexplainable, we all the same The table's turned, now every hood bounce to my hits And you said I wouldn't amount to shit, I'm just a Bastard I've been through the misery, walked through the pain Our hunger's unexplainable, we all the same The table's turned, now every hood bounce to my hits And you said I wouldn't amount to shit, I'm just a Bastard [Iron Mic] Aiyo, lemme explain to you niggaz, what we all about Yo, where my Ruthless soldiers? We out here? No doubt Nigga, we straight from the slums, straight from the crack house And we've got plenty of guns, nigga, don't act out See, I'm a Bastard child, my daddy backed out Look, he got killed out in my hood, so now my gat's out It's like I'm on the block, seekin' revenge People's tellin' me "Leave that shit alone", I wasn't even ten But, it left me scarred for life Now I walk around with a gun or a knife, you better guard ya ice I know them clothes and them cars and them jewels look nice But don't come 'round here at night, nigga, we uptight And, we gotta sling that white to buy them things we like Come on, and notify our sons and daughters to dress nice Better watch out for the fiends, the D's in the blue and white You gamblin' when you scramblin', nigga, fold them dice Nothin' but head cracks and crackheads Sellin ' VCR's and shit, anythin' to get that bread Where I live we starvin' like you wouldn't believe The wild life got me robbin' just to feed my seed You know what I'm involved in, gimme the bread and the cheese And you could have that meat, nigga, I'm just tryin' to eat [Chorus] [Apocalipps] Now I'ma take you through our lifestyle, our wild decisions If it's ya first time here, kid, well welcome to prison My name's Apocalipps, but to my peers I'm like a mentor Forget that, lemme tell y'all cats what I'm in for Five hundred beans, that's right, five hundred beans A five-to-ten for five hundred beans, as wild as it seems I was the type of cat that go and rob you with the toaster And that there brought me a first class trip to Alster (County) Shackled up, sayin' everything's gon' be alright But Officer, you gotta have these handcuffs so tight? Damn, mama said there'll be days like this Where I'll be payin' for my actions, that's the way life is But I just suck it in, you know, swallow my pride And you could learn from my mistakes, so just follow my stride I could blame it on the judge or try to blame police Matter of fact, it was my hood, so I'ma blame the streets Don't try to blame nobody else, kid, blame yaself You sold ya life to the state for petty fame and wealth You used to run with a crew but now you by yaself And ain't no bear hugs and pounds as ya cry for help And watch yaself, cuz you could get stabbed and cut Or booty bandits up in the cut plottin' to stab ya butt And it's a dirty game, and things'll never be the same A number's my name, my whole life's infected with pain I'm miss my babies, I miss my girl, I miss my mother And when you see my sister, please tell her that I love her I'm tongue is like gasoline, you could burn from it And spit my life for one reason, that's so you could learn from it [Chorus] [Truck] Yeah, I remember the day like it was clear, the whole year No heat or hot water, moms and pops never there Got my ass sent up, up there with child welfare Now I'm caught up in the system called foster care Considered a loser, man, I lost my sanity Always stayed a loner, the black sheep of the family My third grade teacher, tried to harm my life (So what did you do?) So I backed his ass down with an army knife Now I'm kicked outta school, man, that ain't right So I never went back, I guess I'm a fool, right? It was no joke, livin' with all kind of folks Kinda felt like Arnold when in Different Strokes The Facts of Life, I never had no Good Times I had to rob and steal to survive, thank God I could rhyme I'm starvin', tryin' to reach my quota My refridgerator empty, the only thing in that bitch is bakin' soda So I used that there to get my cake in order The grand and the China White, it'll take ya over [Chorus]