| This goes out to my Magnum Force
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| When we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off
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| May the Force be with me and if not our fault
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| For LIFE, fuck alla y’all
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| Yo you can’t manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous
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| From here to Los Angeles, Ruckus tossin the random shit
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| But can you get, with the nigga Tall Sean manuscript
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| Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click
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| Man I flip, on niggas for no apparent reason
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| Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin
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| When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some CPR
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| See we are the illest niggas out that’s on your TV pah
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| So when you greet me pah, better have your fuckin shit straight
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| Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake
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| You fishcake, whatever the fuck Ruck dictate
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| The shit great, higher than shows made by Rick Lake
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| You’ll lick eight, shots at them niggas who be fuckin with
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| International irrational beat got you Ruckus bitch
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| Enough of this, bullshit talkin let’s start wettin shit
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| Peep the etiquette of a nigga that’s known for settin shit
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| When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls
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| V.O., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin
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| Easin the agony, postponin the misery
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| Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily
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| Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin
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| I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin
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| Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones
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| With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones
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| So they can get they rocks off, sound they Glocks off
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| Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggas bump cops off
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| Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot
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| Jamaicans in the dread spot’ll blow a fed top
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| Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock
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| Hit the SWATS with a cinder block off the rooftop
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| Regulatin, livest motherfuckers on this side
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| Bitches dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes
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| Keep on talkin aight? |
| Get more than your style rammed up
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| You see me? |
| Don’t say shit like Pink Panther
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| You Talk Too Much like Run’n’them and your breath smell like Pampers
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| Get knocked the fuck out by Dr. David Banner
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| DJ at the bar be act like records got dandruff
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| Makin niggas scream «Oh! |
| Oh!» |
| and throw they hands up
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| You know this man’s ruff, so my man Ruck could do stand up
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| So who wanna battle? |
| We’ll learn you some manners, god damn ya
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| You niggas make me sick as cancer, I slam ya
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| Whole crew of emcees, DJ’s and your dancer
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| Half-steppers can’t run, panic catch a tantrum
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| Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggas for ransom
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| again now they got front, I slap cats at random
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| Deflate your egos you too gassed off the Mylanta
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| Take your dough and ho and dissapear like The Phantom
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| Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the M.F.C. |
| anthem
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| Man dem, strong like Samson, shorty and Jux
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| Cause I’m that nigga Rock from Heltah Skeltah plus I’m handsome
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| But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas
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| Like plantains, any questions boo-YAA your answer
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| Aiyyo I’m movin through this life shit with the only fam I got
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| My Triple R rated niggas steady blowin up spots
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| You think not it’s Little Rock we bust shots at your car
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| And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars
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| This shit right here I’m handlin’ll leave your head scramblin
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| All that panickin’ll get your shit ran up in
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| I can’t stand it when MC’s get caught ramblin
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| Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send
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| In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips
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| Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips
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| So when we start to bust clips on y’all, niggas assume
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| The straight, dead position when my lead go BOOM
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| Embeddin this tune, all into your fuckin doom
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| We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome
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| My Rep niggas stay mashin, big up my thugs on?
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| Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin
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| Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin
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| The Repz baby, time for action, action
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| Throw y’all middle fingers up in the air
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| Say, «Fuck y’all niggas, we don’t care!»
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| Word is Bon Jov', oh oh
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| We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh
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| Niggas think they fuckin with my Magnum Force
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| Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off
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| May the Force be with me and if not our fault
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| For LIFE, FUCK alla y’all
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| Hehehehe, see
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| Slogan is made of Force be with me
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| Not our fault
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| You can’t fuck with that? |
| Fuck you all
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| Word is Bon Jov'. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magnum Force, artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song Magnum Force (Int'l Only), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп