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[Rock] Yo, son, let these niggas know, the ruler's back, nigga, stop stop lying With goons and lots of iron, I pop, shots flying Anybody try and dying violent, Riker's Island style Tyrants like sirens crying, and hide, off with your highness Me, I'm such a don, I'm Don Rocko Ain't gotta lift a finger, they say you the God, watch holmes Have niggas at the dinner table with dibs Playing with your kids and they'll straight San Andreas your crib It's heinous, it is, it's music to my ears, max blaming Monster mentality, ya'll niggas got meerkat manners If you can't for that stand up, and fear gats, man up All my rapper niggas, yeah yeah, I can't stand up Fuck outta here, you so sub par, you sub leasing Subway sandwich eating, sucker type, sucking your teeth I substitute the subliminal shots With some shit that sound like a sub woofer when it go RAH RAH! [Chorus: Rock] Yeah, tell them niggas that's that dirt right there Tell 'em watch yourself, you could get hurt right here All they gotta do is say the word like yeah Middle fingers in the air, like yeah Tell 'em niggas that's that dirt right there But tell them watch yourself, you could get murked right here It's funny, we so violent but your birds right here We like yeah, middle fingers in the air, like [Sean Price] Yo, right now, I'm in the I don't give a fuck mood Fuck you, courtesy of Ravishing Ruck Rude Any nigga I fought, owed me money Said some wild shit about me, bout to hold these dummies Word to my mother, thug a thug nigga the fuck out Smack taste out your face, this is what Ruck bout Fuck is you bout pa, better be out, pa Nigga thought about it, left like southpaw Pay attention to my sobriety One drink and I'm thinking like Menace II Society Have niggas pray that nigga, a-racks nigga Getaway clean Al Green eight-track nigga So so flows and bozo hoes I kill 'em all for free like a promo show My flow is so cold, ho blow ya nose Soul in the hole, you bowling, catch a hole in your sole, bong! [Chorus] [Sean Price] Yo, I'm the illest nigga that you heard thus far Worldwide coverage like Russ Pa Two man wrecking machine, wreck your regime Grab the, sket from my jean, duke can wet up your team Listen, I'm the best at it, take a rest, faggot In the twelve step program, you a meth addict I be the new chief of the 'Ville With a gun that'll blow stew beef out your grill, P. [Rock] Nigga, I chase niggas down with the pound, click and blaow rounds You chasing niggas going BOW-CHICKA-WOW-WOW Homo ass niggas, Omar minus the tough shit Just a snitchin', and suckin' dick and dick in the butt shit Ill, I ain't the nigga you owing dope, pay him his ones I'm Count Rockula, take it in blood Nigga I'm so dirty, huh, rest in peace to Ol' Dirty Niggas can't cheat me, but your hoe can jerk me [Chorus] |
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