| Straight from the under, I make niggaz wonder
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| Why, I tap jaws, rock black eyes
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| See I, know nothing about things I be doing
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| Lives I ruin, in this here shit we persuing
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| My parabellum means swelling, cerebellum when we dwelling
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| The caucazoid, you void, my niggaz rebellin'
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| Who in the hell ever, said you can dwell wether
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| Or not, I sever your knot, with the shots so whatever I What, you don't wanna battle me, battle me, that'll be The day my whole posse rushes your monkey ass like Cato G True warrior, conquerer, takin' |
| flights, yo Watch a nugget, I love it when niggaz on sight
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| Will all true warriors in the house say I Say I, if you not scared to die
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| You can look a nightmare square in the eye, say I Soldiers gone pyscho, why?
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| I be your Boot Camp, veteran, faggots know better than
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| To test me, see I gets nasty like hedicin
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| So who say, not me, or Ruck gon’be Saddam
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| Boy, you moms should of warned you about a walking time bomb
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| I breaks arms and legs, and straight up I bend that ass
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| So semi in that Henny, and we punk for me to bash 'em
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| Then ask Ruck, the irrational, here to bash a few
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| To, after who, you, whose your face to crack the brew
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| Then laugh at you, what’s the, matter, dudes
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| Walking through my avenue, flappin’about
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| You wanna battle, dude, have a capitol
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| That’ll do that ass a little justice
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| Don’t fuck with the mothafuckin’Rock and the Ruckness
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| So all true warriors in the house say I If you scared to die, then punk, don’t reply
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| The year born copper, I sworn to devour
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| The unjustice crush the ones who are cowards
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| So act like it can’t happen…
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| Act like the Originoo Gunn’s don’t be Clappin'
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| When the bitch ruckus reacting
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| I slap fools, relax with tools in my presence
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| Cuz that ain’t shit, because your murder is the essence
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| So who wanna come test this champion sound?
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| Can’t go un’ground, with the lyrics that pound
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| Profound is the way that I talk, plus
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| Muthafuckin’stoned is the way of my walk, what
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| Your jaw’s up for grabs, beef, I’m bringin'
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| Swingin', right to left, side, gets wrecked
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| You think I’mma ass, money, don’t hold ya breath
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| Let’s, take this move, the dungeon to darkness
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| When guns bark, it’s war for real, kid, don’t start this
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| Rockness, Monsta, stomp ya, braids in Never changing, forever face rearrangin'
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| Your gamin', the game, kid, you know that shit don’t work
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| So bring ya game here, and get ya stupid ass hurt
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| No under dirt, we won’t lay that, don’t say jack
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| I can get ya back sprayed, or ya face smacked
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| And my black Smif-N-Wessun, that’ll show me foldin'
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| Now who want come and test the champion, Boot Camp’ion’Soldier |