[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 am, madman from heltah skeltah   Mr. flipster, rock, grandson of sam      As the world turns in my search for tomorrow   I seek the God in life, for some insight   Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels   Hit instrumentals get influential like colin powell, now   Fuck the world, stick my dick in the dirt   Pull tunes on spooks who claim I ain't cool like levert   Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel   Vexed cause the devil never take me to that next level   It's never humble in asphault jungles   When you slang rocks and ricans in back deal with bundles   Some may wonder, the evil these two men do, torment you   Lyrical landlord, your fuckin rent due      Chorus:      Clans, posses, crews and kliks   All y'all bitch niggaz can suck my dick   Kliks, posses, crews and clans   Can't none of y'all niggaz fuck with me and my man      Verse two: rock, ruck      Aiyyo, one's for the, shots I pop   Two's for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped   Three's for the irrational ruck, bitch!   I be rock and the four's for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop   Ask me how foul I am, mannn you know damn well   It was me that hit your bitch up in my man's van   Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit   You can't flush, fuckin with us you're smacked with hock spit   Who dare square with rock me I break you   Tree times worse dan a bumba claat earthquake do   Heltah skeltah is hectic hit the deck then step   If you wanna hear your neck click   See this center, but really play no basketball   I do my shootin with a motherfuckin mac you fall   To the floor, ogc hit up everything that come through the door   Recognize heltah skeltah mean war      So what's the reason for the treason, punk you wanna die   My mind crucify those who try to defy   God cipher devine drop bombs on the blind   In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine (hah)   Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand skills   Man chill, might end up in a landfill   Stand still, nigga you know the position   Glocks clickin from niggaz who ain't got pots to piss in   Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes   Me and rock is this tight (there'll never be no fist fights)   You're lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks   Who sniff coke, now your bitch broke ain't no misquote   I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom   Like cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision   Similar to none son so it fuckin seem   Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they spleen      Chorus: repeat 4x