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