1.Worldwide(Rock The World)
Chorus：
Rock：we gone rock the world
All：rock the world
Rock：say rock the world
All： rock the world
Ruck： if not mother-ruck the world
All： mother-ruck the world
Ruck： say mother-ruck the world
All： mother-ruck the world
Ruck：
Yo sean price spit precise vocal local
Niggaz know im nice we bomb put you in a choke-hold
So dont go there queer your rhyme boring still
Even if you did a jam featuring lauryn hill
Its a warning to chill
Fraudulent skills yall be kickin
On tracks im flippin
Makin a mil in a instant
Yo thats the difference
Between a pawn and a rook son
A souljah and a shipper from outta town up in brooklyn
Rock：
Click boom
The lyrical rocket launcher
That ran up on ya
Makin shit hot as tiajuana
You niggaz get torn ta
Pieces you shitty as a diaper
I strap on bombs and blow your face up like striker
Dont get me hyper
I a tear yourself bare
Like a pacifier
Stump more shit than rowdy roddy piper
Plus im the type a guy that likes ta
Start a fight for no reason like a life-a
Plus i huh switch to a sniper slug strike ya
Kapow
Chest burnin like its on fire
Or catch a head-shot you best not move
Says the red dot cuz that rock dredlock woo
Chorus： 2x
Ruck：
Pay particular
Attention to my extra-curricular
Way i be stickin ya on tracks wit guests thats slick and the
Enemies in my cipher
I should treat ya like a kennedy and snipe ya
Remember me that nigga tawl sean
I never liked ya give me a lighter
Seans flipper than non-fiction when the drum hittin
The gods gifted
You know that you wont get done
Im artistic
Watch how fast i draw my gun
Rock： we gone rock the world, if not mother-ruck ya
Ruck： headz wasnt ready
Rock： that was why we stuck ya
Ruck： stuck ya
Rock： we gone rock on
Ruck： mother-ruck the world
Rock： rock yo dome
Ruck： mother-ruck your moms and girl
Rock：
To all my people in the pjs lock it down
You on some scared shit these days stop it now
Shit is forever drama we rig out forever rock and ruck
Relocate boy, i scar all boroughs like chuck
And blatantly i shake mcs wit the verbal sense of turbulence
Some cat was sayin he could take it
We havent heard him since
It doesnt hurt to bend a finger g
Dont be mistaken b
The world is ruck and rock for the taking see
Chorus： 2x
Rock： we gone rock the world, if not mother-ruck ya
Ruck： headz wasnt ready
Rock： that was why we stuck ya
Ruck： stuck ya
Rock： we gone rock on
Ruck： mother-ruck the world
Rock： rock yo dome
Ruck： mother-ruck your moms and girl
Repeat 3x：
Rock： word is bond
Ruck： mother-ruck your moms and girl
Rock： we rock on
Mfc
2.Call Of The Wild
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
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, motherfucker 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 fuck the talkin
Little rock on the motherfuckin 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
Fuck a sequel, angel of death peep how i greet you
Leave you for dead and let the savage niggaz eat you
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 fuck your whole starting five and your bench up, yo
Fuck 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 ＊
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, 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？
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
Wanna see me, only way you do that is on tv
(it's hardcore) starang wondah no relation to stevie
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
Fuckin with them dirty ass niggaz, go take a bath duke
Half-dead, wonderin how the fuck did ruck trap you
My man hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you
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
Motherfucker
For real, this is beautiful
Word is bond
Heltah skeltah
Can we get it？ can we get it？
Ohh-eh-ohh, ohhhh oh (repeat 4x)
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 fuck you wanna do？
3.Gunz 'n Onez(Iz U Wit Me)
Haayyoahhh! ahhh..
Intro／chorus：rock
Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air!
All my thugs and soldiers, fuck 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, fuck 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 fuckheads, 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 fuckin-ass mind
Cuz-o, can you deal？
Chorus： rock
Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!
All my soldiers, thugs, fuck 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 fuck you up
I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck？ y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin
Affect with the motherfuckin 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, fuck 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
Fuck 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, fuck 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, fuck 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 motherfucker
Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez
Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker
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
4.Perfect Jab
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 fuck 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
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
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 ？
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
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
Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement
I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths
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 fuck back to africa'
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, fuckin your sleep up
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 fuck 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
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
You fuckin 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
Motherfuckers!
Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuckin 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 fuck you up, word up
M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!!
＊ various talk fades into skit ＊
5.Call Tyrone
6.Chicka Woo
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
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
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
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)
7.I Ain't Havin' That
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, 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 got next'
I wanted 'hot sex' so i ran and got the lex (aiyyo)
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 - 4x
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
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)
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
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 - 5x
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)
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. duren, doc holiday
8.2 Keys I(Skit)
9.Brownsville Ii Long Beach
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
Fucking global, fucking domination in this rap shit
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, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing
What's the deal pah？ i hope shit is peace and love
But if it ain't fuck 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 fuck 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
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
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)
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.
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 motherfuckers
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？
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
Now who, wants to be a real dope mc
Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through your fuckin town
And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah!
Man, these niggaz servin me？ i thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin 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
Motherfucker
Yeah, and that's how we do it
Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound
Runnin this motherfucker
Yeah!
10.2 Keys Ii.
11.Magnum Force
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, fuck alla y'all
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 fuckin shit straight
Your fifth make, nobody move, i think your shit fake
You fishcake, whatever the fuck ruck dictate
The shit great, higher than shows made by rick lake
You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin 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
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 motherfuckers on this side
Bitches dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes
Chorus
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 fuck 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
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 fuckin 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
Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air
Say, 'fuck 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 fuckin 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, fuck alla y'all
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is made of force be with me
Not our fault
You can't fuck with that？ fuck you all
Word is bon jov'..
12.2 Keys Ii
13.Sean Wigginz
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!＊
14.Forget Me Knots
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'
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
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'
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
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 ＊
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
Word up
Straight like that
Fuck one of y'all niggaz up
'hardcore, far more than the average'
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
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'
Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit
15.Black Fonzirelliz
＊ 22 seconds of skit before lyrics ＊
Aiyyo i'm sean price, i'm six foot one
Dark skinned, stocky build, with a big gun
Six sons on the ones with the lump sums
Stick guns, get funds, make your chick run
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 i'm well endowed
See it's all, i know you wasn't expectin that
Or figure ruck messin with chicks makin executive trap
They get better than that, she don't care who i bomb
Long as i treat her right and bring my black ass home
Hehehehehehe, look at shorty right there
＊ whistling ＊ i'm baggin that son
Hey, the name is alban baby, but call me what you wanna
Nowhere near, i blew up some call me rockness monstah
I'm the, heathen you was warned about by your momma
That'll 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
Let's be friends some other time right now i'm 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, blew my grill before i hit that
Hehehehehe
Stroh's？ all that then？
C'mon man, that ain't no good girl
What's wrong with you man？
Is you stupid？
That is a good girl bwoyy!
I know i got a good woman, on my team
I used to have five chicken 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 she's
On some bull, cause she flipped when she smelled my weed
But the fourth one, heard the pj's looked mean
Got with the fifth chick, because she couldn't clean
My question is, why do nice chicks love rugged dudes？
The whole thought puzzles me, i'm just glad they do
They got they own little -- 'i like these upside down 304's'
Silly rabbit -- tricks give up all they do
Not i, hell nah yo, check my track record, bravo
Don't eat coochie shorty understand i'm too macho
Daytime act like saints -- but they can't fool me
G the freak come out of them at night like we whodini
Hehehehehe, 'the freaks come out at night'
Tell you somethin about freaks dog, yaknahmean？
Sup, shorty, yo, word up son
I met shorty on the ave son
Right there by white castle
Word she talkin bout 40 dollars son
I was like man, i gave her two dollars right and i said
'yo, you take one ？ right, and brush your teeth first'
Hahahaha, yaknahmsayin after she did that
Man you stupid man, get out of here, get out of here, yo
Big up to all my black fonzirelliz in the house
First of all me, big sexy, alban d'traz
My man sean peeeee, he a black fonzirelli
My man wiliam h, definitely a black fonzirelli
Knahmean？ benjamin grand, black man he get the girl
Black fonzirelli are these days, knahmean？
Black fonzirelli get the ass (no he ain't!)
He do i'm sayin, he do what he do son, knowhati'msayin？
The black fonzirelli..
16.Do The Knowledge
17.M.f.c. Lawz
Intro：
Hahaha
Yeah, heltah skeltah (outlawz)
Outlawz
Doc
Mfc, almighty
Ruck, yeah, yeah
Verse 1：
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 fuckin' 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' motherfuckers 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
Livin' this hell like the skeltah
Who can i trust
Move emotionless
Puffin' this vibe we got among us
I'm sick of niggas livin' legal
So we got some outlawz
Push the southpole
Mad niggas don't get pushed in the southpole
(in the southpole)
I got y'all
Snatchin' guilty tactics cause you're ashtray
Straight up faggots
My mag spin to make a nigga backwards
Attack shit like a full blooded pimp for sins
With them aimed at your (？)
Named man with a vengance unless you lay for a thinkin'
Now i get so stupid,
Niggas couldn't complete for a (？)
We livin'
Every single day at full speed, full breed, thugs be
Fuck with this, you bleed (you bleed)
Now we're keepin' best act boy at alcatraz
Out for cash
Moreno brought it down blast
Oringal done clock niggas, fuck these rap niggas
(？)
What they need is all together
All my thugs is to perform
If you ain't down for applause
You can get the fuck off
See them all at the strong
And get paid and move on
If you ain't down for applause
You can get the fuck off
Captured by the snitch
Suddenly the people fall
Y'all ain't down for a
18.Hold Your Head Up
19.Gang's All Here
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
I set it off on a mission like the sentinel
Cuz 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
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 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
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 fuck y'all tellin me
Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies
Fuck 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
Many think i ain't got it in me, cuz i'm plenty-friendly
It could be because i'm skinny
But i'll fuck 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 fuck wit my head, got static i'm buckin you dead
I'll bend your body like craftmatic adjustable bed
Fuck what you said, for y'all i got nuttin but lead-o
And stop fuckin 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)
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
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
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
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)
Sean p., you better recognize, i be wreckin guys
Fuckin 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-fuckin your chick wit a mothafuckin 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 cuz i'm hurtin niggas who said that
You fuckin wet back, smack you wit the fuck med's pack
Then have sex at, the same place i park my lex at
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 mothafucker 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
It's not over, it's not over, oh oh
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？ mothafuckers 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, cuz 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
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