This goes out to my magnum force When we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, fuck alla y'all
[ruck] Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random shit But can you get, with the nigga tall sean manuscript Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some cpr See we are the illest niggaz out that's on your tv pah So when you greet me pah, better have your fuckin shit straight Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake You fishcake, whatever the fuck ruck dictate The shit great, higher than shows made by rick lake You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin with International irrational beat got you ruckus bitch Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin shit Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin shit
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[rustee jux] When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls V.o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin Easin the agony, postponin the misery Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop Regulatin, livest motherfuckers on this side Bitches dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes
Chorus [rock] Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up You see me? don't say shit like pink panther You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers Get knocked the fuck out by dr. david banner Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, God damn ya You niggaz make me sick as cancer, I slam ya Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom ? again now they got front, I slap cats at random Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm handsome But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer
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[representativz] Aiyyo I'm movin through this life shit with the only fam I got My triple r rated niggaz steady blowin up spots You think not it's little rock we bust shots at your car And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars
This shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin All that panickin'll get your shit ran up in I can't stand it when mc's get caught ramblin Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips
So when we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume The straight, dead position when my lead go boom Embeddin this tune, all into your fuckin doom We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome
My rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my thugs on ? Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin The repz baby, time for action, action
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[rock] Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air Say, "fuck y'all niggaz, we don't care!" Word is bon jov', oh oh We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh Niggaz think they fuckin with my magnum force Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, fuck alla y'all Hehehehe, see Slogan is made of force be with me Not our fault You can't fuck with that? fuck you all Word is bon jov'..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
