[Rock] Aiyyo Son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs Son (what?)
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[batty bwoy] Asshole, asshole, asshole!
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[Rock] There's like six bitch-ass niggaz on the corner Son
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(Aiyyo word?) These niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shit
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Can't tell these niggaz they ain't hype
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They punk smoove bullshit, just meet me downstairs Son
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I'ma set it on these niggaz Son
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[Ruck] Yo I'ma be right there man, I'm gettin dressed now
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[Rock] These niggaz have no idea Son, check it check it
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Verse One: Rock, Ruck
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And one time for your mind, one time for the snitch droppin dime
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Me don't wanna hear you whine when my nine's to your spine
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Glock diss, Rocky, Mountain, energy's from my
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fountain of youth runnin through my brain pounded
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So don't be found in my clutches
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If you don't who Sparsky is, then you don't know who Dutch is
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Don't get snuffed kid, we cause ruckus
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And rock mad domes while we at it who's the first up
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to see blackness like the universe
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Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for shelter
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Live and direct with a nine tenth that's that nigga from Heltah Skeltah
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Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of Ruck plus
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My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)
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Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam the
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microphone you hand me till the judge remand me (what)
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Can we, get along like Rodney, and Rock please
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Put these niggaz in they proper place cause you cocky
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I, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz neck
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Wrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel tec
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Wussy, where's all them suckers talkin tracks bout they RnRin
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(They heard us comin and turned to track stars, check it)
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I be, never sloppy, I be ROTC
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I rock heads from Bedrock to Yugoslav-ia
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Robbin you and your crew blind yeah we do crimes
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Find that Absolut's fine, or in to behind
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Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot cryin
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Like Screwface, I in the mood to bash your eyes in
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Devils does know who I am, madman from Heltah Skeltah
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Mr. Flipster, ROCK, Grandson of Sam
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As the World Turns in my search for tomorrow
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I seek the God in life, for some insight
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Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels
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Hit instrumentals get influential like Colin Powell, now
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Fuck the world, stick my dick in the dirt
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Pull tunes on spooks who claim I ain't cool like Levert
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Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel
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Vexed cause the devil never take me to that next level
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It's never humble in asphault jungles
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When you slang rocks and Ricans in back deal with bundles
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Some may wonder, the evil these two men do, torment you
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Lyrical landlord, your fuckin rent due
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Chorus:
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Clans, posses, crews and kliks
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All y'all bitch niggaz can suck my dick
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Kliks, posses, crews and clans
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Can't none of y'all niggaz fuck with me and my man
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Verse Two: Rock, Ruck
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Aiyyo, one's for the, shots I pop
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Two's for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped
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Three's for the irrational Ruck, bitch!
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I be Rock and the four's for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop
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Ask me how foul I am, mannn you know damn well
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it was me that hit your bitch up in my man's van
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Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit
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You can't flush, fuckin with us you're smacked with hock spit
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Who dare square with Rock me I break you
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Tree times worse dan a bumba claat earthquake do
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Heltah Skeltah is hectic hit the deck then step
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if you wanna hear your neck click
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See this center, but really play no basketball
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I do my shootin with a motherfuckin mac you fall
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To the floor, OGC hit up everything that come through the door
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Recognize Heltah Skeltah mean war
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So what's the reason for the treason, punk you wanna die
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My mind crucify those who try to defy
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God cipher devine drop bombs on the blind
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In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine (hah)
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Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand skills
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Man chill, might end up in a landfill
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Stand still, nigga you know the position
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Glocks clickin from niggaz who ain't got pots to piss in
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Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpip |