(feat. Mike Stewart)

[Ruck]

$#&@ you (*##$, word up
It ain't all about you, huh?
Trying to make %#@! happen, $#&@ you


Aiyyo we fight every night, now that's not kosher
I reminisce with bliss, before Eshkoshkah

We was closer, later on you was supposed ta
be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks
Every day it get worse, than the day before

Maybe you're, actin too, immature
Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure
Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door..


Ahh, mother$#&@ you
Playin, youknowhatI'msayin?

The $#&@ I look like huh?
One of these (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z in the street huh?
You dealin with a ^!$$% who, can say what he means

and mean what he say
When I say I'm lookin at the door (*##$ I'm obvious
Straight up and down

The $#&@ I look like to you huh what?

And when you wit your friends I slide to the side

until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God Cipher Divine
When I, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came
to an understanding that you underhanded and lame

I should play some stuck-up rapper role
And get foul everytime you lose control
But that's not my order of operation

Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population
But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta
B so I can't C you in my future

And I don't think that I can take it anymore
Y'all know the rest.. the four-four


[Mike Stewart]
If the lovin ain't right
You're not home, late at night

All we ever do is fight
There's a reason I should breeze


If the lovin ain't good
And I never thought you could
ever treat me like you should

That's a reason I should breeze

$#&@ is the deal, huh?

You know what I'm workin with, I gotta tie my %#@! to my knee
$#&@, my %#@! ain't good, what?
The $#&@ is you doin, punk $$# (*##$?


My friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay
dipped with the flyest chick from the B.K.

But all the games you play make a ^!$$% wanna spray
So every night to the most high a ^!$$% pray
that me and my shorty make it to another day

If not $#&@ it Ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way
But hey I can't front it was good while it lasted
until I asked her some old stupid hood rat %#@!

Some left field %#@! that a ^!$$% can't call
But all in all, I had a ball
I guess it's better to have loved, and to have lost

Than to never have love at all

[Mike Stewart]

If the lovin ain't right
You're not home, late at night
All we ever do is fight

There's a reason I should breeze

If the lovin ain't good

And I never thought you could
ever treat me like you should
That's a reason I should breeze

Youse a $#&@in miserable (*##$

man that's my word is bond you always want me around the %#@!
Misery love company man but you know what?
I'm gettin the $#&@ up on out of here, ba-by, bet that
I ain't gonna deal with that bull%#@! no more huh?
Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man

$#&@in Heltah Skeltah me and Rock yaknahmean?
Mother$#&@in my brother Illa-Noyz, man $#&@ you word up
Plus I got mother$#&@in ?, knahmean?
Mother$#&@in uhh, Mike Stew'
Singin what he singin, doin what he doin


[Mike Stewart]
If the lovin ain't right
You're not home, late at night
All we ever do is fight

There's a reason I should breeze

If the lovin ain't good
And I never thought you could
ever treat me like you should
That's a reason I should breeze...


[repeat both stanzas to end]