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