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