Lyrics
Intro/chorus๏ผall together
This goes out to my magnum force
When we lay a mother****er out they come and drag him of
May the force be with me and if not our fault
For life, mother****er alla y'al
[ruck]
Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous
From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random mother****e
But can you get, with the mother****er tall sean manuscrip
Man you mother****er, all up in your pants when the cannon clic
Man i flip, on mother****ers for no apparent reaso
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 mother****ers out that's on your tv pa
So when you greet me pah, better have your damn mother****er straigh
Your fifth make, nobody move, i think your mother****er fak
You fishcake, whatever the mother****er ruck dictat
You'll lick eight, shots at them mother****ers who be ****ing wit
International irrational beat got you ruckus mother****e
Enough of this, bullshit talking let's start wettin mother****er
Peep the etiquette of a mother****er that's known for settin mother****er
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 momentaril
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 mother****ers bump cops of
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 mother****ers on this sid
******* ************* ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes
Chorus
[rock]
Keep on talkin aight?ใget more than your style rammed up
You see me? don't say shit like pink panthe
You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers
Get knocked the **** out by dr. david banne
Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff
Makin mother****ers scream \"oh! oh!\" and throw they hands u
You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up
So who wanna battle?ใwe'll learn you some manners, god damn ya
You mother****ers make me sick as cancer, i slam y
Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer
Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum
Teared a new hamstrung, i stick mother****ers for ranso
? 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 mother****er rock from heltah skeltah plus i'm handsom
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 *************t with the only fam i got
My triple r rated mother****ers steady blowin up spot
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 scrambli
All that panickin'll get your mother****er ran up i
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, mother****ers assum
The straight, dead position when my lead go boom
Embeddin this tune, all into your ****ing doom
We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome
My rep mother****ers stay magnificent, big up my thugs on
Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin
Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass sla*************n
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, \"**** y'all mother****ers, we don't care!\
Word is bon jov', oh oh
We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh
Mother****ers think they messing with my magnum forc
Cause when we lay a mother****er out they come and drag him of
May the force be with me and if not our fault
For life, mother****er alla y'al
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is made of force be with me
Not our fault
You can't **** with that? **** you al
Word is bon jov'..
This goes out to my magnum force
When we lay a mother****er out they come and drag him of
May the force be with me and if not our fault
For life, mother****er alla y'al
[ruck]
Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous
From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random mother****e
But can you get, with the mother****er tall sean manuscrip
Man you mother****er, all up in your pants when the cannon clic
Man i flip, on mother****ers for no apparent reaso
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 mother****ers out that's on your tv pa
So when you greet me pah, better have your damn mother****er straigh
Your fifth make, nobody move, i think your mother****er fak
You fishcake, whatever the mother****er ruck dictat
You'll lick eight, shots at them mother****ers who be ****ing wit
International irrational beat got you ruckus mother****e
Enough of this, bullshit talking let's start wettin mother****er
Peep the etiquette of a mother****er that's known for settin mother****er
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 momentaril
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 mother****ers bump cops of
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 mother****ers on this sid
******* ************* ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes
Chorus
[rock]
Keep on talkin aight?ใget more than your style rammed up
You see me? don't say shit like pink panthe
You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers
Get knocked the **** out by dr. david banne
Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff
Makin mother****ers scream \"oh! oh!\" and throw they hands u
You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up
So who wanna battle?ใwe'll learn you some manners, god damn ya
You mother****ers make me sick as cancer, i slam y
Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer
Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum
Teared a new hamstrung, i stick mother****ers for ranso
? 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 mother****er rock from heltah skeltah plus i'm handsom
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 *************t with the only fam i got
My triple r rated mother****ers steady blowin up spot
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 scrambli
All that panickin'll get your mother****er ran up i
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, mother****ers assum
The straight, dead position when my lead go boom
Embeddin this tune, all into your ****ing doom
We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome
My rep mother****ers stay magnificent, big up my thugs on
Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin
Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass sla*************n
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, \"**** y'all mother****ers, we don't care!\
Word is bon jov', oh oh
We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh
Mother****ers think they messing with my magnum forc
Cause when we lay a mother****er out they come and drag him of
May the force be with me and if not our fault
For life, mother****er alla y'al
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is made of force be with me
Not our fault
You can't **** with that? **** you al
Word is bon jov'..