| Yo, yo, reverb
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| Be-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline Cap
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| Yo, yo that’s some, that’s some like, Stanley Kubrick
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| Stanley Kubrick
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| The track bouncy, nobody get more rowdy
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| Than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley
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| Honky Thomas, Cat McGlaughling, the whole crew
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| Cab Morada, what you gon' do, we roll through?
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| Fuck that, Big Earth, the midget face drop 'em
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| Bring em to the Port Jeff house stayed on top 'em
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| Nobody move this, I don’t give a fuck, we untouched
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| Strictly lust for papers and live life to bust nuts
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| We’re God killers, let’s be realistic
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| We probably gon' be punished
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| We fucking bitches by the hundreds
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| Why me? |
| Wanna fight me? |
| Try me
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| Why these people don’t know me, don’t like me?
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| Society, they wanna see me dead I stick out
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| You see me in the public, I probably pull my dick out
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| Smack the fuck out of women, see me knock your bitch out
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| Do something tough guy, who the fuck wanna die?
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| Clash of the Titans, broken bottles, bar fighting
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| You wanna battle I’mma freestyle you can start writing
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| I can do that, tip the bouncers, make sure we get our gats in
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| The club just in case the action
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| Everybody want it, try to take my title
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| Let’s see, left your chest messy, test me
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| Stanley Kubrick, don’t stress me
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| R.A. |
| the Rugged Man, remember the name, Rugged Man!
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| Ride with us (Rugged O the Bitch Beater)
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| Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island)
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| Ride with us (Dead broke black people)
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| Ride with us (Dead broke white people)
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| Ride with us (My man Smoothe Da Hustler)
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| Ride with us (Rest in peace Jason Edmunds)
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| Ride with us (Gordon Heights, ghostland)
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| Ride with us
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| Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged
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| Now think about this, who diss us? |
| Suffolk County
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| Cops frisk us, their handcuffs never fit us
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| Our wrists turn purple, that’s why we act vicious
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| Plus if we die tomorrow, won’t nobody miss us
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| Get half a page in The Source maybe, if that
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| It’s a whole town of people acting shady, where I live at
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| We spit lyrically releasing, you don’t stop
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| Ain’t nobody ceasing til your heartbeat stop beating, bring it
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| You know where to find me, acting like you looking for me
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| You saw me you walked right by me
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| A true test, the Rugged Man, the tru-est
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| The most violent, in the U.S., we see you stressed
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| Now take it easy, Fat Man greasy, sloppy
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| Peace to Khadafi, I’mma do this
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| They tried to stop me, way back in nine-four
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| You look into my future, I’mma probably die poor
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| We proud to be the lowest, low life losers
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| We flip your car over like Long Island steroid abusers
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| When they 'roid raging, white boy caning
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| Let me do some explaining, misbehaving
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| Rugged Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven
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| The Ten Commandments, we constantly disobeying
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| Ride with us (Dirty crusty asses)
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| Ride with us (The whole Infamous Mobb)
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| Ride with us (My main man Akinyele)
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| Ride with us (The whole white trash nation)
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| Ride with us (All the Stony Brook kids)
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| Ride with us (All the Port Jeff kids)
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| Ride with us (My man Ev Casuchi)
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| Ride with us (Capital the Crimelord)
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| Ride with us (Miguel the cop in the house)
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| Ride with us (Sho' nuff, Dave Greenberg)
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| Ride with us (All the starving artists)
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| Ride with us (All the starving artists)
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| Ride with us (All the starving artists)
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| Ride with us (Rugged…) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stanley Kubrick , by - R.A. The Rugged Man. Song from the album Legendary Classics, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп