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Just the whole shit son, y'know y'know
too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there
Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from
And the real there
And make it mo' better blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo two bro

Fucking global, fucking in this rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot camp smoke by the truckload
Or the coast, where they show me tons of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n
Buggin on wack rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long like down syms
up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

What's the deal i hope shit is peace and love
But if it ain't fuck it I'm to release these slugs
Peep thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to up punk and smack the shit
Act like it happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin of whorides
You try to avoid my that's when you die
News fly fast as fuck on how ruckus bruised guys
niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make no longer for the love of it
What is this? niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single shot to pelvis

Now throw your hands in the air if you feel here
Shit'll everywhere because it's real this year
From the city of beach to my home brownsville
real recognize real everytime for real

Who mashes with the craziest in town?
Kill em who got the right to make a sound?
My style break corners avenues and drives
It's about time to in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't these zones limits
I live the cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your
just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect we
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to

We can't quit we can't we got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
Game tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

Life without money, that's like breathing no air
Prepare, there's no love in
Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas
And get served, and center stage
I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon
And get penetrated, superior
Hostile, verbal in 3-d
every galaxy, throwin up d.p.

We in the house, when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in bitch mouth
From here to down south to the westside, my test drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll a nigga praise me
So say oh, you love the real frequently
Oh for dogg and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the dillinger and ruckus
And kurupt we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns
hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad 9's, the red dot kind
To make a hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin
Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you be
On some bullshit, niggaz you at a slower speed
You know it's the, show after-party like jodeci
me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my pah but yo I totally
Smack the out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

Now who, wants to be a real mc
heltah skeltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through your fuckin
And punk motherfuckers down, hah!

Man, these niggaz me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin
I took tricks to new jerz to cod
You be adventureous up against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And have the whole scenery like the vice
Who could it be comin in all blue?
pound gangstaz, number one, number two
Never the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the cards on the table, take a
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this frame
And format crumble right his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for poetical satan, slaughters
Runnin through camps walter payton
I'm all about makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the of snakes

Yeah, and how we do it
skeltah and tha dogg pound
Runnin motherfucker
Yeah!