(chorus)(x3)   Gotta what yo   Gotta get a ruffneck      (verse one)   I need a ruffneck   I need a dude with attitude   Who only needs his fingers with his food   Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin'   Frontin' in his ride with his home boys braggin'   Lying 'bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night   But he's a ruffneck so that's alright   Triple o baldie under the hood   Makin' noise with the boys up to no good   C-low on the down low cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go   Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth   Startin' beef is how he spells relief   Actin' like he don't care   When all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he'll be there   Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics   Ruffneck attitude,the ruffneck bastard      (chorus) (x6)      (verse two)   I need a ruffneck   I need a man that's quick and swift   To put out the spliff and get stiff   Boxer shorts and everything is fitting large   But he don't gotta be large to be in charge   Pumpin' in and out and out and in and here we go   He knows exactly how I want my flow and that's slow   Never questioning can he get buck wild   He's got smack it,lick it,swallow it up style   Drinkin' a beer ,sittin' his chair   Hands in his pants fiddlin' with his dick hairs   He's a rudeboy,a raggamuf   Ready to bag another brother that he ranks ruff enough   'Cause if it ain't ruff it ain't right   And if he ain't ruff,well then he's all wrong for the Lyte   I love my ruffneck and ain't nothing going down   Or going up if my ruffneck ain't in town      (chorus) (x6)      (verse three)   I need a ruffneck   I need a man that don't stitch like a bitch   She'd tears or switch   Doin' whatever it takes to make ends meet   But never meetin' the end 'cause he knows the street   Eat sleep shit fuck,eat sleep shit   Then it's back to the streets to make a buck quick   Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here   Hit'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there   On the avenue girls are passin' thru   Too much of ruffneck so they ain't havin' you   Hard boppin' always grabbin' his jock and braggin' about his tec   That's the rep he'll pull the plug on the tour   Pissin' in corners   Doing 80 by funeral mourners   Showing little respect   Now that's a ruffneck      (chorus) (x18)