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