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[Ruck]

I'm telling you man cut it out
Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange
Conversation with these mortals not to play games

For real behind every great Ruck theres a Rock
The Rockness Monsta.....Dutch


[Rockness Monsta]
Yo its the Rockness not Rock live
Then again I'm Rock when I'm live

But I'm not fat then again my %#@! is so fat
fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)
Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style

Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile
You get with the pawn, in one arms
I don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion

On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps
We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah %#@!
God (*##$ $$# rappers, and P I'll trap ya, then like a federal case

I'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, I'll cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!


[Chorus x2]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know

Then act like you know, like I know

[Rock:] (I beat's more $$# than mom dukes leather belta)

[Ruck:] ('Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)

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[Verse Two]
I turn this upside down, clown

Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand
Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer
Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'

Like a fouled line
Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally
With more ^!$$%, than a mother$#&@in' guard rally

Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke
That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style
So I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock

All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins
Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my ^!$$% doggen
Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find

Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke
Another gat
[Ruck:] (Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack)

$#&@ you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper
I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker
Yo representatives light up another ? Spliff, while I dip, by the way

(smack) big up to the ill (*##$

[Chorus x4]


(Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya, ? )
(Never changin', forever face rearangin')

(You asked for it who want beef so here's war)

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[Ruck] We will, we will Rock you


[Verse Three]
Question (What)
Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)

Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)
Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)
^!$$%z soft as burger buns (What!What!)

Front man %#@!, spit
On the grave of the weak, when I speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak
I'm in a inner state of, inner mind

Which inner twines, with my inner body now I'm energizes
Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen
Order b-cheese be sweatin' ,no shorties only gettin' green
BLING! the sound then ? ghost, gone, me and Sean
Your %#@!'s now paid for the Tron, need I go on you damn right

I'm foul as $#&@, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, %#@! duck)
Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here
Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere
Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock
No regular man survive that ? , from the age of stone

To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my $#&@in' names known

[Chorus x4]

[Rock:] (Military Punisher Rock MP)

(Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)
(Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino)
(Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)

[Ruck] We will, We will


[Rock] We will Rock you, mother$#&@in' knock you..

[Ruck] Beats more western mom do ?
From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah....We will, We will rock
You...Word is Born


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