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(feat. Da Rockness Monstas) [Ruck] A nigga run shit like trackmeets, when black meets In the back streets, my gat greets Niggaz that don't recognize my rap sheet The facts be, the Ruck rains like the weather Cuz Rock makes cops throw glocks down like Heather B., niggaz better be ahead of me Trynna flow steadily, ain't even on my pedigree That's my word to Jazz, niggaz is herbs Cuz half of the time, half of they rhymes are absurd I serve, justice, must this, be the answer For my gun to click, terminal like cancer And the answer, Ruck and Rock for a thou' Now how the fuck did you come up with that style? Sing songs with six-packs, that's when I smoke seven Sacks of cess, make Ruck bust caps at the reverend So chill chicken, before I choose to castize you Battered and baptized, bitches and bums With blood from black eyes, when I slap guys [Rock] Send that guy to Rockness Monsta Stomp ya, split him in half, divide and conquer I want ya Letras de canciones [Ruck] To test the irrational inflictor Rock pounds the ground, while Ruck shakes the Richter [Rock] It's the Rock slide, I'm crushin' ya block by suprise It be the Bummy Jab, and the fortune Fab 5 Bitch, ah, remarkable, like the Little Rascals If I'm being polite, I'm schemin' like Eddie Haskall Don't let me gat you, in half to, bring the wrath, too Don't ask fool, sure, I'll sell you a new ass crack blew And if you think a nigga's cocky, I dare any ten of you To come and try and stop me, rock me A champion soldier, "Folger", like coffee Tell a wife ya mouth was in yo bitch, back up off me Move on please, cuz sparks get ya done, might provoke The cops or, choke ya pops, if we smoke alot [Chorus x2: Heltah Skeltah] We don't give a what? Da wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, what? Da wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy - what? [Ruck] When I flow like the Nile river, that's when I deliver Nuff slugs to ya chest, makin' ya whole body shiver Niggaz wonder why the irrational God Ruck be slippin' Like I was buried in Rettin with nines that be wettin' Yo section, when niggaz step in my arena, bound to see ya Nigga like Ruck, Buckshot's, and catch misdemeanor's I'm similar to none son, that be my stee So flee from ya fuckin' face, double jeopardy [Rock] All praise me, Rock, I move in hip hop Fools'll get rocked, if I got the balls To stand when I'm lickin' shots, if not, I got the bright red dots Station, on top of the four-four, to blow ya fuckin' face in, Jason Ain't half as scary as the derriere Kicker, mister flipster, various to late I hit ya, if you don't think I make ya block ache The, next time I come through it'll be you Joe That I break a, snake a, pigskin in the wind Chant my Boot Camp name, and Rock must defend Burn the bitch ass with ten nails, in my military jail Make all that diesel shit you poppin' turn frail What, like I can, I pumps lead into yo body, punk Or a punk pellet, too, I got my pump shotty Why these cats always askin', for shit them not want The jokes you bump, is crippled for months, and don't front Fuckin' punk - [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania