| Punk ass niggaz man
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| Niggaz don’t know man
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| I better let all their brainz blo nigga
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| Man listen
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| Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin
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| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin
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| Let it begin let it begin
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| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin
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| Verse One: Rock, Ruck
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| Aiyyo run for your gunz me and Dutch coming through
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| Rock Ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue
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| This be BuckTown around these grounds they don’t roam
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| cuz we send em home with trays of slugs in they dome
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| Blown out the frame by the ROCK, Mr. Flipster
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| Shit’s Heltah Skeltah, where’s the Inflixter
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| Right by your side with my eyes on the posse
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| I see Duke and Red he said he wanna drop me Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap skits
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| Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel (fuck him)
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| Two to his cheek cuz he weak so’s his jaw
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| Nigga played the cell frontin like he hard to the core
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| More I hear pussy talk more I wan flip
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| See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip
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| Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels
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| Tool’s cocked it ain’t April 1st but I’m breakin fool
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| When punk niggaz test Rock it’s like touchin live wire
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| catch a shock to your knot
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| From a glock that I pop, you don’t want it with the Rock
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| better duck dumbfucks you’re out of luck
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| You got caught by the Ruck
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| First of all, niggaz don’t know jack, my flow’s fat
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| So far, my gat splat at niggaz who claim that my shit’s wack
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| You don’t know I thought you knew it Too late bitch you blew it Now I’ma bang your shit up like I was Lennox Lewis
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| One, two, three four five
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| Six seven eight niggaz’ll shit where’s my nine
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| mil I drill fine skills into your mental
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| block I hit your temple hot become gentle not
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| You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherfucker
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| might lose his life, cuz I’m trife in the night
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| Verse Two: Ruck, Rock
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| What’s the deal nigga? |
| Set it off in the dark
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| I spark marks when the big Ruck flips the Ark
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| The raw rapper jaw tapper Ruckus kick it wicked
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| Keep it real my click roll thick like acidics
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| Plus, I Be There like Jackson, breakin your backs and
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| askin, who want more, that’s when my fat spins
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| So chump chill 'fore my pump kill
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| You wanna ill still Ruck knock out your front grill
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| The lyrical whatevah, cuz whatevah is lyrical
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| I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical
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| Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps
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| You yappin bout beef you’ll get clapped in the streets bitch
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| This nigga Ruck is fuckin crazier than ten niggaz
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| I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz
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| so what? |
| Pussy bring it on Word is bond, Sean got songs that’s mad strong
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| (So bring it on)
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| Verse Three: Rock
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| Man listen, another nigga bluffin
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| Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffin
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| You’re sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break
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| Yeah my Timberlands make everything from your head to your North Lake ache
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| so take your monkey ass to the rear
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| Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square
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| Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle
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| What Duke I lay more niggaz flat out on they back than a slug do who knows what you, seem to be I didn’t gas you
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| But you can keep it movin 'fore I beat your gassed ass
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| you punk bastard, you could get the gat quick
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| or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the Chapstik
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| Or a fat dick and that’s it Heltah Skeltah, lettin the brainz blo and that’s if we Outro: Rock
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| Ahh, let the, madness begin
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| Let the brainz blo if you grin
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| Let the madness begin, let it begin
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| Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin
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| Let the madness begin
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| Let it begin, let the brainz blo if you grin
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| Let the madness begin let the madness begin
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| Let the madness begin to let the brainz blo if you grin
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| We let the madness begin
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| We let the brainz blo if you grin
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| Make way for the dreads and the pros
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| cuz we let the brainz blo
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| Punk-ass… |