featuring The Representativz and Rustee Jux
Intro/Chorus: all together
This goes out to my Magnum Force
When we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off
May the Force be with me and if not our fault
For LIFE fuck alla y'all
[Ruck]
Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous
from here to Los Angeles Ruckus tossin the random shit
But can you get with the nigga Tall Sean manuscript
Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click
Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason
Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin
When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some CPR
See we are the illest niggaz out that's on your TV pah
So when you greet me pah, better have your fuckin shit straight
Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake
You fishcake, whatever the fuck Ruck dictate
The shit great, higher than shows made by Rick Lake
You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin with
international irrational beat got you Ruckus bitch
Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin shit
Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin shit
Chorus
[Rustee Jux]
When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls
V.O., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin
Easin the agony, postponin the misery
Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily
Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin
I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin
Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones
with the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones
So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off
Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off
Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot
Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top
Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock
Hit the SWATS with a cinder block off the rooftop
Regulatin, livest motherfuckers on this side
Bitches dick ride, st
