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Ohh-eh-ohh, (m) ohhhh oh (f)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (c) ohhhh oh Ohh-eh-ohh, (ma-ma-ma-ma-magnum force) ohhhh oh Ohh-eh-ohh, (for life) ohhhh oh (representativz) Alright it's, time to show these niggaz who's the nicest Lyrics incisive, I grip the mic like a vice grip Cooler than ice, what? cream flows is priceless Angels of death, nigga watch yo' step cause you might slip I, stay with the hype shit but that's just me The elohim, motherf**ker I rip this shit for free Stick and flee so my stee' can remain low key, supreme Steam through your team, yeah y'all fools know me I'm triple r rated, I push these herbs to the pavement To put it in terms for laymen, this nigga ain't playin I'm sayin, I blow up spots with no delayin I slay men then I'm parlayin For all y'all niggaz poppin shit watch your step f**k the talkin Little rock on the motherf**kin scene get to walkin Guns is steady barkin, at them cats who lack Actin like my mac won't spit holes through your ac' Or your lex land', you sets man far from lethal This representative will rip ass like desert eagles F**k a sequel, angel of death peep how I greet you Leave you for dead and let the savage niggaz eat you (rock) Yo boy don't never, test m.f.c. this ain't no classroom I blast whomever you better get or catch an ass wound I'm pissed like a bathroom, come test the center, what? I f**k your whole starting five and your bench up, yo F**k what you been through and the troubles on your mental Test maldu and you'll get, sent through a window Gut up like ginsus, or technic 1200's Bitch niggaz scared, I hear the bubbles in your stomach Waitin for your bowels to move, cause you doodoo Bent up like you od'd off ex-lax and yoohoo I blew through two crews, talkin they garbage Claimin they funky? maybe true cause you don't wash * ohh-eh-ohh's repeat in background while starang talks * (starang wondah) M.f.c.! starang wondah no relation to stevie Word is bon jovi up in here Heltah skeltah, doin it like this Hardcore, what's the deal word up (hardcore) Hardcore, far more than the average Niggaz tried to bust but they gats get embarassed Sayin that I'm small and belong in a carriage (sayin what somebody else say) what is niggaz, parrots? (starang) Word up, my m.f.c. niggaz won't have it, ya hate me? Cause I roll with dots, smokin spliffs under the a.c. Niggaz be fakin, pullin they guns out they holsters Keep my shit right by my dick like I'm supposed to New starang, I been this way ever since eshkoshkah Since my niggaz chillin on the roof on the poster (hardcore) Wanna see me, only way you do that is on tv (it's hardcore) starang wondah no relation to stevie (ruck) Aiyyo I'm tall sean, I got rid of the afro That shit played out like leather jackets with them tassels Plus I splash those assholes who don't know no better Personal vendetta on this great hunt for cheddar Don't never, let me catch you actin stupid I'll clap you Slap you silly until he realize who's wrathful Hate to make you an example duke but I have to Represent for my click leave that bitch stiff like a statue Caught between the rock and the ruck, it seems you trapped duke F**kin with them dirty ass niggaz, go take a bath duke Half-dead, wonderin how the f**k did ruck trap you My man hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you (doc holiday) Doc holiday, o.k. corral, my click be wild Like the muslims gettin ass in the pit, that shit be foul If your shorty strut her ass past me, I got to growl Watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow It's doc, alone with my glock, nice to meet ya If there's doubts, the cleaner blows out, then i'ma see ya I be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea Explain the pain I see on your face, or face the fears Chick here, these groupies from somethin be on my bumper If shorty cock her ass in the air, then I gotta hump her Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config God crack your arm leg a leg a arm, and your head Motherf**ker (ruck) For real, this is beautiful Word is bond Heltah skeltah (rock) Can we get it? can we get it? Ohh-eh-ohh, ohhhh oh (repeat 4x) (rock) B.c.c., m.f.c., triple r Fab 5 all that shit bwoy Horseman, boss men, word is bond Drag you off men We ain't bullshittin, huh My little nigga hardcore in the house Nigga like four foot two Smack the shit out of you and your crew The f**k you wanna do? |
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| 3. |
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Haayyoahhh! ahhh..
Intro/chorus: rock Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Whether you hate us or you show us love No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse one: method Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother Respect mine like my baby mother I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal Not everyone can shine and make a meal So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head For all them f**kheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life On the edge nigga.. one time for your f**kin-ass mind 'cause-o, can you deal? Chorus: rock Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Heads on lockdown and those on the run No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse two: ruck Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I f**k you up I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut What the f**k? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin Affect with the motherf**kin grimy style Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse three: rock Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey.. hehe Hold that thought for a minute And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken F**k batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Cause ain't nobody safe motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Same shit |
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| 4:09 |
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Yo word up man Word up man, it's a lot of niggaz out there Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit I know we magnum force, and all of that We run with o.g.c.'s n shit We'll f**k your ass up too, word up Bummy jab, mr. perfect, equals perfect jab Word is bond This whole shit's played, like jordache and sassoon Sue me it's time, that y'all ass out like baboons Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled (supreme) Batten down the hatches, I mastered this flow I crafted Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this (rock) We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come When I get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who Get hurt next, suplexin all of you ? (supreme) You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy When I get hyper, I burn that ass like all types of lye (rock) Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em (supreme) Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement I stay flossin, you bring your crew I bring the four-fifths (rock) Known to jab, cause I move like a rook straight at cha And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler Stagger a devil sayin, "go the f**k back to africa" (supreme) It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last) I break dudes in half (half) Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math (call em perfect) I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this (that boy bad, that boy bad!) But now we out to bring em back terror, I'm bout cheddar (hah!) they call me mr. perfect Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o) You couldn't weather my endeavor, I'm too clever Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better And if you creep up (what? ) prepare to meet the grim reaper Appearin in your nightmares, f**kin your sleep up (rock) Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola Own a pager, bonus how I call the paper, you make all the dough But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you know what? I may just take you over, my wager's To get your face or your nose bloodied, what? The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't f**k around Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up I hate ya Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah (supreme) I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like I'm goin off (rock) You f**kin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab Motherf**kers! Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the f**k out All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up Hah, this is the perfect jab F**k with this boy you better curse your dad Hah, this is the perfect jab Step to this boy you better curse your dad Don't be f**kin with this here, perfect jab You better curse your dad Worst luck you ever had Times that times four, triple that like r's And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there Word is bon jovi, heh We will f**k you up, word up M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!! * various talk fades into skit * |
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(Erykah)"I'm a test this out on y'all right quick. Now keep in mind that I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit. (ha ha ha) Sistahs how yall doin. Brothaz yall alright"
"Lets See How Ya'll Groove to this" "Alright" I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin' See Everytime you come around You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes See I've been having this on my mind For a long time I just want it to be You and me Like It used to be, Baby But ya don't know how to act So matter of fact (Chorus) I think ya better call Tyrone (Call Him) And Tell him come on, Help you get your Shit (Come On, Come on) You need to Call Tyrone (Call Him) And tell him I said come on Now everytime I ask you for a little cash You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass Oh, Well hold up Listen partna I ain't no cheap thrill Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real And you know the deal Everytime we go somewhere I gotta reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboys way And sometimes your cousin's way They don't never have to pay Don't have no cars Hang around in bars Try to hang around with stars Like Badu I'm gon' tell you the truth Show and prove or get the boot I think ya better, (Erykah Badu-He, he he) (Call Him) And tell him come on Help you get your shit You need to call Tyrone (Call Him) (Erykah Badu)"Hold On" But ya can't use my phone |
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| 4:13 |
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[ruck]
Fuck you bitch, word up It ain't all about you, huh? Trying to make shit happen, fuck you Aiyyo we fight every night, now that's not kosher I reminisce with bliss, before eshkoshkah We was closer, later on you was supposed ta Be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks Every day it get worse, than the day before Maybe you're, actin too, immature Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door.. Ahh, motherfuck you Playin, youknowhati'msayin? The fuck I look like huh? One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh? You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means And mean what he say When I say I'm lookin at the door bitch I'm obvious Straight up and down The fuck I look like to you huh what? And when you wit your friends I slide to the side Until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God cipher divine When i, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came To an understanding that you underhanded and lame I should play some stuck-up rapper role And get foul everytime you lose control But that's not my order of operation Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta B so I can't c you in my future And I don't think that I can take it anymore Y'all know the rest.. the four-four [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Fuck is the deal, huh? You know what I'm workin with, I gotta tie my shit to my knee Fuck, my shit ain't good, what? The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch? My friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay Dipped with the flyest chick from the b.k. But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray So every night to the most high a nigga pray That me and my shorty make it to another day If not fuck it ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way But hey I can't front it was good while it lasted Until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit Some left field shit that a nigga can't call But all in all, I had a ball I guess it's better to have loved, and to have lost Than to never have love at all [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Youse a fuckin miserable bitch Man that's my word is bond you always want me around the shit Misery love company man but you know what? I'm gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that I ain't gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh? Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man Fuckin heltah skeltah me and rock yaknahmean? Motherfuckin my brother illa-noyz, man fuck you word up Plus I got motherfuckin ? , knahmean? Motherfuckin uhh, mike stew' Singin what he singin, doin what he doin [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze... (repeat both stanzas to end) |
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| 7. |
| 5:05 |
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(feat. Doc Holiday, Starang Wondah)
[Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] Word Up [Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] They ain't gotta like us fuck them son [Starang] Starang, forever like Wu-Tang, my crew brings drama Hangin your ass upside-down by ya shoe strings Smoke tell em how we doin this Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness (Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been missin you) Last year ATL we almost got physical I can't talk now read about it in the interview (While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and three stitches I was still gettin bitches in the tunnel takin pictures In the mazda listenin to Kris 'I Got Next' I wanted "Hot Sex" so I ran and got the Lex (aiyyo) [Rock] Aiyyo shit goes down Time to throw down show up this a showdown So down low now I'm low down Hold down the fort now wit a fo' pound Blow down ya whole town first go round Yo smile'll quickly be switched bitch and you'll frown When I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word Shut the fuck up probably cryin hold down Tired of punk asses takin shit for a joke Now watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door (POW) Act like you know now We could be so foul shake your hand run up in ya bitch no doubt [Chorus:] I ain't havin that [x4] Shit yo game be asses I got two passes to the Baja Ah ha then turn into night we fuck Yo cars superthug privelage I ain't got to brag because I did it Run before the rap when I was scrappin On these motherfuckin mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin I ain't got to front I make it happen Strictly snappin necks, strictly macs and techs Head all night overdeuce deuce the feds [Rock] Yo matter fact here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin First of all there wont be no more talkin out yo ass man I ain't havin no back stabbin I ain't havin shit Run yo mouth you get smacked in it (Why) Why? why? Why ask why say goodbye to mister nice guy say hi to the bad guy Four horsemen head the magnum force man rip you get lit the fuck up (Speeed) Like a spliff of human torch man this shit scorchin Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin Bitin my shit a make your teeth hurt Word is bond - jovi B you wildin My dick dont stay out my high stop ridin (My Diiick) Son niggaz tryin ta beat me in the head wit gats fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Run up in the piece think you gone dead that fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) U.S. marshalls at my crib tryin ta take me back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) We could take it ol school at 3 meet me in the back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) [Ruck] Yo, yo.. "where ya at?" To all my peoples Henessey passed off Give a toast to my whole MFC While you clowns waitin Ruck is shakin the foundation Wit some groundbreakin shit that'll leave the town thinking When I cock back my pistol drop back and whistle For my niggas to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude We miss you stick a niggas roll and his fool clique I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull SHHHH [Doc Holiday] U.S. marshall and your little wittle when left is caught up on my pillow Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread you fuckin fag MFC keep it cookin (Keep it cookin) We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central brooklyn Rock pick the lock Ruck bust the sha sha Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door (Now we blow the spot) Armed and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash (We ain't havin that) I ain't havin that [x5] [Ruck] You dont got no wins in mi casa My shit's proper you still suckin my kielbasa From hilshire I still fire from helicopters Watch the birdie I heard him tell the tale to the coppers Clock ya comin from the precinct singin operas Met you at ya crib from the blind side I dropped ya Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa Yo live niggaz on the wall write that smoke crack fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Yo ya smack me and I smack you back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Ya'll niggaz think ya'll gone come around here flashin' track fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) And if you niggaz owe me dough besta get my trap fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) [Starang] Son you know they can't stand me Cuz my crew pack heat like Miami Ran for these rappaz outside of the Grammy's They be killin me how they willingly be grillin me Cuz they shorty wop just be feelin' me Could it be, my name, or my big gold chain Now when we in the airport on our way to soul train I got niggaz on the west coast (WEST SIIIIDE) That meet me at the airport carryin weed in they trenchcoats In business class eatin french toast and coffee Tell the stewartess to back up off me we on ya'll Warned ya, but ya'll still couldn't wait for the all-time great William H. word up And if ya call and I'm not home then you can call me back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Son don't fuck her raw here's a jimmy hat fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Here's a tic-tac your breath smell like ass crack fuck that (Wooooo) [Starang:] And when you know, that when your MFC, your MFC for life 98 shit, Willam H. 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(rock)
Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here And the real from there And make it mo' better like blues everywhere Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro (ruck) F**king global, f**king domination in this rap shit (rock) Word is bon jovi.. Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke? No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms Snatch up your hoe, f**k her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing (ruck) What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love But if it ain't f**k it I'm forced to release these slugs Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die News fly fast as f**k on how ruckus done bruised guys Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit" Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis (rock) Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year From the city of long beach to my home brownsville Cause real recognize real everytime for real (daz) Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town? Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound? My style break blocks corners avenues and drives It's about time to mash in, it's a ride Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention As I come through, for you and your crew It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless To step to this, we in effect we dangerous Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit) Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit) (kurupt) Life without money, that's like breathing with no air Prepare, there's no love in warfare Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas cage And get served, front and center stage I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers And get penetrated, telekinetic superior Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p. (rock) We in the house, even when we outdoors We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me So say oh, you love the real shit frequently Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherf**kers You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me? (ruck) At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me (daz) Now who, wants to be a real dope mc Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g Swervin all through your f**kin town And layin punk motherf**kers down, hah! (kurupt) Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not That's facin a blizzard in a f**kin tanktop I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice Who could it be comin through in all blue? Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top principal Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin I lay the cards on the table, take a pick The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters Runnin through camps like walter payton I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes Motherf**ker (daz) Yeah, and that's how we do it Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound Runnin this motherf**ker Yeah! |
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Intro/chorus: all together
This goes out to my magnum force When we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, f**k alla y'all (ruck) Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random shit But can you get, with the nigga tall sean manuscript Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some cpr See we are the illest niggaz out that's on your tv pah So when you greet me pah, better have your f**kin shit straight Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake You fishcake, whatever the f**k ruck dictate The shit great, higher than shows made by rick lake You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be f**kin with International irrational beat got you ruckus bitch Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin shit Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin shit Chorus (rustee jux) When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls V.o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin Easin the agony, postponin the misery Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop Regulatin, livest motherf**kers on this side Bitches dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes Chorus (rock) Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up You see me? don't say shit like pink panther You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers Get knocked the f**k out by dr. david banner Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, God damn ya You niggaz make me sick as cancer, I slam ya Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom ? again now they got front, I slap cats at random Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm handsome But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer Chorus (representativz) Aiyyo I'm movin through this life shit with the only fam I got My triple r rated niggaz steady blowin up spots You think not it's little rock we bust shots at your car And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars This shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin All that panickin'll get your shit ran up in I can't stand it when mc's get caught ramblin Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips So when we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume The straight, dead position when my lead go boom Embeddin this tune, all into your f**kin doom We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome My rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my thugs on ? Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin The repz baby, time for action, action * "what's" uttered by various bccers * Chorus 2x (rock) Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air Say, "f**k y'all niggaz, we don't care!" Word is bon jov', oh oh We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh Niggaz think they f**kin with my magnum force Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, f**k alla y'all Hehehehe, see Slogan is made of force be with me Not our fault You can't f**k with that? f**k you all Word is bon jov'.. |
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[Ruck]
Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEE Yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond Word up, M-F-C Hah, word up, yeah, yeah Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him Yo, niggaz is pipsqueaks, thinkin shit's sweet I come discrete, turn your ass into mincemeat Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline with the bassline kick and snare, Duke I make your click aware So please God, never say jack shit to Sean P before I launch three shots directly at your army Word is bond, we be on some shit to the two-thou Loose mouth niggaz catch a hole in they goosedown Down, down, down-down, down-down-down, down Down, down, down, down-down, down-down Down-town, jumped off the train on Ebbets Walkin down the street, bump into my nigga Kevin Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your ass in the Seven You still bustin motherfuckin shots at the reverand? Hell no I replied, elbows was applied til his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside Oh shit yo whassup whassup Yo son, yo, OH-oahh! *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* Fuck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question Fuck that, don't ask no questions in my shit Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up Yo fuck them, yo fuck you Fuck that cat, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE *THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ* *RECOGNIZE, MOTHERFUCKER* *USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A FUCKIN HATRACK* *PUNK MOTHERFUCKERS, WORD UP* *M-F-C, FOR LIFE!* |
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| 4:18 |
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(Ruck)
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me * repeat 2X * "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Rock) To all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm still the same Won't let the game change me, I'm trying to change the game This shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Timbs or hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- fuck ya! You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players Fuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers At the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is They tell you Rock, tellin me, "Don't act no fool" "You heard of scotch on the rocks?" I make the whole shit cool But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin Deep rollin heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Rock) M.F.C.!! Hey hey, that's my partner Price man The whole industry's against him and me Like thugs are to death penalties but we got the remedy for all that punk shit One clip up in the macra make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth Alcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap shit Got locked behind bars, fluck the actin All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies Stay forever rowdy, niggaz It's Your World like Bobby Rob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese when it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin Reppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin Whylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them Before I'm out the door big up my Outlaw niggaz My hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" * repeat 2X * (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps We sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap You better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone I doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the Ruckus without fun Aiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a nigga clout son Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son Without them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me "Are you fuckin my sister man?" when that bitch Butch like Cassidy HELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro His man yelled, "Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats, we all black" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped I saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place Just a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace The worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up Fuck up my rap product and back to crack narcotics The moral of this story is -- there is no moral God Just my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't like us youse a fraud, motherfucker (Rock) Word up Straight like that Fuck one of y'all niggaz up "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" (what, uh-huh, see you in hell motherfucker) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) The game change.. but fuck y'all "Hardcore, far more than the average" Still in there, word up Heltah Skeltah what the fuck (Rock) Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a Walkman on you with no motherfuckin frequency, nigga "Hardcore, far more than the average" Dip your ass in honey "Hardcore, far more than the average" and then just get the flies to ? you motherfucker You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of bitches "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Ruck) Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit |
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Aye yo Im Sean Price Im six foot one
Dark skinned stocky build with a big gun Sick sons are the ones with the lump sums Stick guns get funds make your chick come My chick done said she like the way I toke blunts Drink liquor write scriptures and my gold fronts Plus the way my pants hang make her wonder how My baggy jeans stay up baby Im well endowed See its ill I know you wasn't expectin that Or figure Ruck messin with chicks make an executive trap They get better than that she don't care who I bone Long as I treat her right and bring my black ass home Hey the name is Alban baby but call me what you wanna Nowhere near ugly but some call me Rockness Monstah Im the heathen you was warned about by your momma Thatll never love you as much as I love my marijuana Hang out from sundown to sun up startin a ton of drama With thugs snake me one time they will harm ya Still you goodie goodie chicks be all attracted to my karma Lets be friends some other time right now Im tryin to get behind ya She responded she better stop listenin to momma Love my rugged steez and my whole aura was the bomber Asked to see my scar and taxed it Felt my six pack then asked If she could drink it through my straw before I hit that I know I got a good woman on my team I used to have five chickens and I tricked mad cream But the first one I met yo she was actin wack And the second one got dissed cause she was smokin smack But the third was a herb you could tell that shes On some bull cause she flipped when she smelled my weed But the fourth one heard the PJs looked mean Got with the fifth chick because she cooked and cleaned My question is why do nice chicks love rugged dudes The whole thought puzzles me Im just glad they do They got they own loot unlike these upside down 3 or 4s Silly rabbit tricks give up all they dough Not I hell nah yo check my track record bravo Dont eat coochie shorty understand Im too macho Daytime act like saints but they cant fool me G the freak come out of them at night like we Whodini The Freaks Come Out at Night |
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(Voice) Hahaha Yeah, Heltah Skeltah (Outlawz) Outlawz Doc MFC, almighty Ruck, yeah, yeah Verse 1: (Ruck) I spit the vocab (vocab) While most fags, go rap No paths and brags about they bitch coach back Don't play it in the cup, ready to blast and twist Any Nigga who be takin' I'm a pacifist Yo ass can diss Told you couldn't last to this When you ask of the force of the Magnum, bitch You drastic (You drastic) Hastic about the car Smack 'em up with the heater give 'em (?scips?) and scars (give 'em (?scips?) and scars) I'm hatin' y'all Niggas try to disrespect Techniques, next week I will disconnect Your f**kin' head of your shoulder When the dread come below the bombastic, pullin' bad chips from his hoster Natural addict with lyrics on your transistor On your radio takin' no shit about the inflister Knew that nigga slapped on Me so I crapped on (?The ab, it's the mack, with more barry than steffon?) Yes y'all (yes y'all, hahahahahaha) Who the best in the indusphere Ain't it the same Nigga that disagree than shook 'em here (shook 'em here) Vinagar, I be puttin' motherf**kers plenty fear In the heart of these bitch ass nigga with my steady chair (steady chair) Chorus: Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C,-A-M-P Who we be? We be the O-U-T-L-A,-W-Z Verse 2: Rock, Young Noble (Rock) Livin' this hell like the Skeltah Who can I trust (Young Noble) Move emotionless Puffin' this vibe we got among us (Rock) I'm sick of Niggas livin' legal So we got some Outlawz (Young Noble) Push the Southpole (Rock) Mad Niggas don't get pushed in the Southpole (in the Southpole) (Young Noble) I got y'all Snatchin' guilty tactics cause you're ashtray (Rock) Straight up faggots My Mag spin to make a Nigga backwards (Young Noble) Attack shit like a full blooded pimp for sins (Rock) With them aimed at your (?) (Young Noble) Named man with a vengance unless you lay for a thinkin' (Rock) Now I get so stupid, Niggas couldn't complete for a (?) (Young Noble) We livin' Every single day at full speed, full breed, thugs be (Rock) F**k with this, you bleed (you bleed) Now we're keepin' best act boy at Alcatraz (Young Noble) Out for cash (Rock) Moreno brought it down blast (Young Noble) Oringal done clock niggas, f**k these rap niggas (Rock) (?) (Young Noble) What they need is all together All my thugs is to perform If you ain't down for applause (Rock) You can get the f**k off (Young Noble) See them all at the strong And get paid and move on If you ain't down for applause (Rock) You can get the f**k off (Young Noble) Captured by the snitch Suddenly the people fall Y'all ain't down for a |
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| 3:35 |
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(feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Ruck] Aiyo, I never lie, rhymes is knives ready to sever guys Never try, that nigga Ruck is a fuckin' better fly Identify yourself, walkin' in my perimeter I get rid of ya, with two shots from the dillinger Bruce Willin' ta, try to step to Tall Sean, I wet you, that's my word to my nephew Donte, word is bond, listen to what the Gods say Grew up the hard way, wearin' nat clothes from hallways But now the Gods say, get that high when the tron blaze With bum bitches that run tricks like fuckin' card games -- I shouldn't listen to what my mom say Police squads, they can harass me, never can harm me [Chorus: Rock] Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard You hold the weight of the planet, it's your job, you God Hold your head, boy, I know the shit's still bad Hold your head, boy, you know a nigga got your back [Ruck] You gotta hold on, God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'mma try I can't like, I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died Can't decide right from wrong, nights too long Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean It's like you'll never gone till, you know that I go to the doctor for advice, he keep givin' me prozac That's so wack, the only thing that Sean deserve Is some weed, money and pussy, to calm my nerve - [Rock] Here, here, levitate on this son, what the hell When the going gets tough? The tough puff l's It's a known fact, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger Think I'mma let you quit you, dead wrong, bwoy I know shit's bezerk, shit is crazy, got me holdin' heat again Just came home, fightin' with police, again Son, they testin' me, but never let them get the best of me I ain't even do shit, plus I been stashed the weapon, see The whole world a broke fool, it ain't cool That's why in the ninety-now, the rules are 'fuck the rules' Feel like I'm psychic, watchin' all the shit, I dream again Make me wish I never dream, let the madness begin [Chorus] [Anthony Hamilton] Hold your head up, high Keep ya face to the sky Things are gonna get better After all that Hold your head up, high Don't let life get you down We're always go together I promise, we'll make it by I promise, we'll make it by |
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| 9:08 |
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[thunderfoot]
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My magnum force practice operation: lockdown And don't you clowns ever forget it The other half'll feel my brother's wrath, that we break through And always been the type to take you there like ? warren staples? Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not [illa noyz] I set it off on a mission like the sentinel 'cause I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate Too late to run and turn to rev. run Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you Doin like I should do, bringin noyz to my acquittal [steele] Wit no discrepency, I rip mc wit no referee Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, I'll attack an mc Spittin like I emptied the m-1 from the m-p Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing Tackling the majority, bomb with authority More than minority, s-t got seniority Rhymin since knowledge and quality wit college degree (kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend) [doc holiday] Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot reps who whip ass Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that d-o-c stay shittin Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted [lidu rock] Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area Act up, my mfc niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the f**k y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies F**k sellin trees man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got I hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot It's lidu rock [rock] Many think I ain't got it in me, 'cause I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm skinny But I'll f**k you up like henny and remmy ? if any of trash? , we'll I'll scream "gimme" To any who make it hard to get away like tim or penny Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ? it cracks? And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals That's how my gats be Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the bummy jab wreak He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight heltah skeltah I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her So don't f**k wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead I'll bend your body like craftmatic adjustable bed F**k what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o And stop f**kin askin me why ruck cut his dreads It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at In a jet black, expedition fishin to get some get back (kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend) [rustee jux] My militant mind's impervious to submission Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division Killa cartel-n-mfc in collision The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission I stomps through the crack slums of mother medina Push weed to stack funds for my mother dina Rustee jux-man, brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin [supreme] Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the Art, who's the next on my chart to mark You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low Rollin black in the back of the fat ex-p-o [tek] Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum In the gat cabin, tek we make it happen You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin Straight extorted, like an irs audit You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it? See you came home frolic, but you show fake love Like the feds try to get close and lay down bugs Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay Didn't know niggas got desert e's and pk's [starang] Me and my crew ride up and down st. james like a pack of great danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up) We ain't connecticut, ain't even sweatin it Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle For your seven-forty beamer, wit your shorty kima in it If you platinum you can drive me through manhattan while I hit it Everywhere I go, I let em know starang's the shit Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit William h. is the name, mfc's the click Y'all niggas takin us out? , y'all smokin the shit (retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over) [ruck] Sean p., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys F**kin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides Like d-con, see sean be on some shit from day one Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one Butt-f**kin your chick wit a mothaf**kin gauge son Who said that? ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like craig mack I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back ? happen in? person 'cause I'm hurtin niggas who said that You f**kin wet back, smack you wit the f**k med's pack Then have sex at, the same place I park my lex at [buckshot] The last black gene, green socks Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free And flee from his body back to the ogc I never heard of that nigga, in the first place I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a nigga guillotine shit Heads come off the ? lean? wit one stroke Two tokes from the mack tilly Give a mothaf**ker two to the belly Stop, look and acting like the shot from your ass whippin Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now Fool keep flippin [rock] It's not over, it's not over, oh oh [louieville sluggah] Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page, hostile rage No sugar and sour like lemmonade Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean" So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way Gat and pick straight out the gate When I see yo say "you back up on your duty ? " Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon Starv like marv, I'm on the job First rob and ? slug? mothaf**kers licked the knob Be like that, when I clap back time I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind I rep for mine, here son feel the shine Can't say no names, 'cause all my niggas is on my mind Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money Ja ja, and bring yo ass here to poppa [talking and threats to the end] |
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