Just understand the whole son, y'know y'know It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo there Knowhati'msayin? get the real, from here And the real from And make it mo' better blues everywhere Yaknowhati'msayin? duo times two bro
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Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck go Worldwide boot camp with by the truckload Or the west coast, where they show me of love Doc and deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to Why not the real from both sides and go for broke? No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms down syms Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or it, it don't mean na-thing
What's the deal pah? i hope is peace and love But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release these Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up and smack the shit Act like it can't happen when would I let you slide Two fly niggaz becomin of whorides You try to avoid my that's when you die News fly fast as fuck on how done bruised guys Cornball screamin, "ruck you on some other shit" Mad cause I music no longer for the love of it is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet You get dealt with, a single to your pelvis
Now throw hands in the air if you feel this here Shit'll bump everywhere it's real this year From the city of long beach to my home Cause real recognize real for real
Who mashes the craziest niggaz in town? Kill em willingly who got the right to make a My break blocks corners avenues and drives It's about time to mash in, a ride Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I the steel Steadily givin these don't pass these zones limits I live the cruicial life, so pay attention As I come through, for you and crew It's just a man and his music, I ain't to use I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's To to this, we in effect we dangerous Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to
We can't quit we can't we got to do this shit (do this shit) Cause heltah skeltah and pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) If you know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) Game trump tight, we try to run this (run this shit)
Life without money, that's like breathing no air Prepare, there's no in warfare Engage, I the front page, like nicholas cage And get served, and center stage I'm breakin through, up your teflon barriers And get penetrated, telekinetic Hostile, apostle in 3-d Hittin galaxy, throwin up d.p.
We in the house, when we outdoors We in the with dick in your bitch mouth From here to down to the westside, my vocals test drive You crazy, the I spit'll make a nigga praise me So say oh, you the real shit frequently Oh for dogg and b-c-c Me, bummy j and the d-a-z and ruckus And what? we equal fo' bad motherfuckers You want lumps? we got some, than that we got guns From hot ones, to shotguns, hold up I'm not done Oowops son, and mad 9's, the red dot kind To make a snake hit the like stopsigns, you feel me?
At the same time, you can catch me on corners smokin trees Hopin these, niggaz don't the ruckus vocally Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin all you jokers be On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a speed You know it's the, show hotel like jodeci Make me blow the back out these bangin they ovaries I you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally Smack the out of any nigga I think that's clonin me
Now who, to be a real dope mc Like skeltah and the d-p-g Swervin all through fuckin town And layin punk down, hah!
Man, these niggaz me? I thinks not facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop I took tricks to new to cape cod You could be adventureous up against odds And face a poltergeist, I it to you nice And have the whole surrounded like the vice Who could it be through in all blue? pound gangstaz, number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top Up against the top invincible, rhyme I lay the cards on the table, a pick The wrong choice'll get whole chest cavity split when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame And format crumble before his eyes into pieces Fake ass assassin with no heart and no No money, no hoes, no flows, and no for poetical satan, creatin slaughters Runnin through camps like payton I'm all about money makin, and not mistakes You're only what you create in the garden of snakes
Yeah, and how we do it Heltah skeltah and tha pound this motherfucker Yeah!