[Rock] Aiyyo Son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs Son (what?)
[batty bwoy] Asshole asshole asshole!
[Rock] There's like six bitch ass niggaz on the corner Son
(Aiyyo word?) These niggaz is rappin kickin raps n shit
Can't tell these niggaz they ain't hype
They punk smoove bullshit just meet me downstairs Son
I'ma set it on these niggaz Son
[Ruck] Yo I'ma be right there man I'm gettin dressed now
[Rock] These niggaz have no idea Son, check it check it
Verse One: Rock, Ruck
And one time for your mind, one time for the snitch droppin dime
Me don't wanna hear you whine when my nine's to your spine
Glock diss, Rocky, Mountain, energy's from my
fountain of youth runnin through my brain pounded
So don't be found in my clutches
If you don't who Sparsky is, then you don't know who Dutch is
Don't get snuffed kid, we cause ruckus
And rock mad domes while we at it who's the first up
to see blackness like the universe
Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for shelter
Live and direct with a nine tenth that's that nigga from Heltah Skeltah
Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of Ruck plus
My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)
Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam the
microphone you hand me till the judge remand me (what)
Can we, get along like Rodney, and Rock please
Put these niggaz in they proper place cause you cocky
I, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz neck
Wrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel tec
Wussy, where's all them suckers talkin tracks bout they RnRin
(They heard us comin and turned to track stars, check it)
I be, never sloppy, I be ROTC
I rock heads from Bedrock to Yugoslav-ia
Robbin you and your crew blind yeah we do crimes
Find that Absolut's fine, or in to behind
Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot cryin
Like Screwface, I in the mood to bash your eyes in
Devils does know who I
