LYRICS
作曲 : Sean Price/R. Brown/Delmar Arnaud/Jahmal Bush
Just understand the whole mother****ing shit son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there
Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here
And the real from there
And make it mo' better like blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro
[ ruck]
****ing global, ****ing domination in this rap mother****ing shit
[rock]
Word is bon jovi..
Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap mother****ing shit from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms
Snatch up your hoe, **** her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing
[ruck]
What's the deal pah? i hope mother****ing shit is peace and love
But if it ain't mother****ing shit it i'm forced to release these slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, i'm forced to jump up punk and smack the mother****ing shit
Act like it can't happen when would i ever let you slide
Two fly mother****ing niggas becomin victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die
News fly fast as mother****ers on how ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball mother****ers screamin, "ruck you on some other mother****ing shit"
Mad cause i make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all mother****ers is soft like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis
[rock]
Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year
From the city of long beach to my home brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for real
[daz]
Who mashes with the craziest mother****ers in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, i pack the steel
Steadily givin these mother****ers don't pass these zones limits
I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As i come through, for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music, i ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, i mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss
We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this mother****ing shit (do this mother****ing shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this mother****ing shit (run this mother****ing shit)
If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a mother****er (never trust a mother****er)
Game trump tight, we try to run this mother****ing shit (run this mother****ing shit)
[kurupt]
Life without money, that's like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no love in warfare
Engage, i meet the front page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and center stage
I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic superior
Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d
Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p.
[rock]
We in the house, even when we outdoors
We in the house with mother****ers in your mother****ing mouth
From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the mother****ing shit i spit'll make a mother****er praise me
So say oh, you love the real mother****ing shit frequently
Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus
And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad mother****ers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up i'm not done
Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind
To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?
[ruck]
At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, mother****ers don't battle the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what i'm kickin while all you jokers be
On some bullshit, mother****ers you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these niggas bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my mother****er pah but yo i totally
Smack the mother****ing shit out of any mother****er i think that's clonin me
[daz]
Now who, wants to be a real shit mc
Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through your ****in town
And layin punk mother****ers down, hah!
[kurupt]
Man, these mother****ers servin me? i thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a ****in tanktop
I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, i bring it to you nice
And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all blue?
Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes
Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps like walter payton
I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes
Mother****er
[daz]
Yeah, and that's how we do it
Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound
Runnin this mother****er
Yeah!