Brownsville II Long Beach

Just understand the whole shit son why'know why'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 Fucking global fucking domination in this rap shit 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 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, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing What's the deal Pah? I hope shit is peace and love But if it ain't fuck 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 shit Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die News fly fast as fuck on how Ruckus done bruised guys Cornball niggaz screamin, "Ruck you on some other shit" Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis 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 Who mashes with the craziest niggaz 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 niggaz 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 shit (do this shit) Cause Heltah Skeltah and this Pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) Game Trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit) 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. We in the house, even when we outdoors We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth From here to down South to the Westside, my vocals Test Drive You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me So say OH, you love the real shit frequently OH for Dogg P-O-you-N-D and be -see-see Me, Bummy J and the D-A-Z Dillinger and Ruckus And Kurupt what? We equal fo' bad motherfuckers 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? At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the Ruckus vocally Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed You know it's the, Show After-Party Hotel like Jodeci Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries I know you be, on my dick Pah but yo I totally Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me Now who, wants to be a real dope MC Like Heltah Skeltah and the D-P-G Swervin all through your fuckin town And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah! Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin 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 Motherfucker Yeah, and that's how we do it Heltah Skeltah and Tha Dogg Pound Runnin this motherfucker Yeah!