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, stone soldiers with brick eyes      Chorus      [rock]   Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up   You see me? don't say shit like pink panther   You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers   Get knocked the fuck out by dr. david banner   Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff   Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up   You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up   So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, God damn ya   You niggaz make me sick as cancer, I slam ya   Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer   Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum   Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom   ? again now they got front, I slap cats at random   Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta   Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom   Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem   Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux   Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm handsome   But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas   Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer      Chorus      [representativz]   Aiyyo I'm movin through this life shit with the only fam I got   My triple r rated niggaz steady blowin up spots   You think not it's little rock we bust shots at your car   And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars      This shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin   All that panickin'll get your shit ran up in   I can't stand it when mc's get caught ramblin   Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send   In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips   Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips      So when we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume   The straight, dead position when my lead go boom   Embeddin this tune, all into your fuckin doom   We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome      My rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my thugs on ?    Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin   Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin   The repz baby, time for action, action      * "what's" uttered by various bccers *      Chorus 2x      [rock]   Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air   Say, "fuck y'all niggaz, we don't care!"   Word is bon jov', oh oh   We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh   Niggaz think they fuckin with my magnum force   Cause 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   Hehehehe, see   Slogan is made of force be with me   Not our fault   You can't fuck with that? fuck you all   Word is bon jov'..