| Yo, yo come here man, come over here duke
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| Get your shit over here man
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| No, yo stand over here, stand over here
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| Get the fuck over here man
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| Place to be, nah duke, come over here this where it’s at duke
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| Place to be is on my side duke
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| Cause you don’t wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
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| Nah! |
| Place to be is on my side duke
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| Cause you don’t wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
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| Buenos Dias
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| You know me as Ruck-L Numero uno
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| Popey chuno stickin dick to yo chick coolo
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| Hard to kill like the white boy had to snatch a MC off the rap back
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| For the simple fact he’s wack so what’s the deal?
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| I feel you can’t step to Sean
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| Wiggin out on bitch ass nigga’s since Decepticons (Transform!)
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| The plan’s on but I wish Mary J. Blidge remind me Take my hoodie off nigga I can’t see behind me Why these guys chose to defy laws
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| Of the most high most guys get they shit wrapped in gauze
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| Place to be is on my side
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| Motherfuck ya pride, lay undercover from big Ruck
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| If ya monkey ass wanna survive
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| Yo and if you think that’s hectic it gets worse when Rock’s up in it
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| So somebody tell the fat lady she’s up in five minutes
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| Shit is almost finished right after I take care of witnesses
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| Roamin the primises not mindin they businesses
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| And bitches up in yo melon tellin you to jet
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| You know if you stay
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| I might give you some chest pains like cigarretes
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| Bet ya bottom dollar don’t move or swaller
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| You not promised tommorow but I promise you I’ll make ya holler
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| Pop you coller
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| Bone stone’s the way that I stalk in my zone
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| You can roam just don’t get caught
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| Place to be is on my side duke
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| Cause you don’t wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
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| Nigga
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| Yo bitch yo son that nigga jetted son
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| (Both laughing)
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| He a bitch nigga
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| Bitch ass nigga man ooohh shit dude got mad sugar in his tank
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| Pussy
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| This is for all y’all people, all y’all people
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| that still got the little kid in 'em you know
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| put a ad in the motherfuckin paper we need
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| some true warriors in here
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| (Chorus fades out) |