Haayyoahhh! Ahhh..
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Intro/Chorus: Rock
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Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air!
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All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players
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Whether you hate us or you show us love
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No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez
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Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air!
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All my thugs and soldiers, fuck it even players
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Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons
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No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez
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Verse One: Method
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Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother
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Respect mine like my baby mother
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I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth
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that's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron
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And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst
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he kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first
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or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked
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Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin
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but the shells on the turf, the situation's worse
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A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts
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cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal
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Not everyone can shine and make a meal
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So Johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head
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for all them fuckheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said
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Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace
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But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth
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Bitin DOWN on the bullet now, bloodshed
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I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life
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on the edge nigga.. one time for your fuckin-ass mind
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cuz-o, can you deal?
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Chorus: Rock
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Wu-Tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air!
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All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
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Heads on lockdown and those on the run
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No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez
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Verse Two: Ruck
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Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera
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In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character
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What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre
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I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre
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You like the voice baby? Ruck is the choice lately
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Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like Royce Gracie
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My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately
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Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga Ruck is crazy
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Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I fuck you up
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I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut
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What the fuck? Y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin
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your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin
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Affect with the motherfuckin grimy style
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Meth-Tical, Heltah Skeltah for the Ninety-Now
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Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be
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better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me
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Chorus: Rock
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So iz u wit me? Well throw your hands in the air!
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All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
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Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds
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No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez
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Verse Three: Rock
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Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid
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Potentially rebellious yet a straight A student
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I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid
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What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit
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Now, I hold mo' concealed Heat than Acapulco
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Ricans in Bushwick call me Rocko, el mano loco
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Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like K-Ci and JoJo
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Packin ever since Mamma Rock said gunz was a no-no
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We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats
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Six-five, from the NBA, many niggaz be that
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So try me, like Mutumbo you can't get shit by me
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Send you to E.R. son with broke ankles like Allen Ivey.. hehe
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hold that thought for a minute
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And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it
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I'm like Sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm Jamaican
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But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken
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FUCK Batman and Robin, I'm robbin with a bat man
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Chase niggaz like Chevy for makin wack jams
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Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any Sean Price
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in Alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin
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Chorus: Rock
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So iz u wit me? Well throw your hands in the air!
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All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players
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Gods, Earths, and cons, Crips and Bloods
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No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez
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Iz u wit me? Well throw your hands in t |