Clans, Posses, Crews and Kliks

[Rock] Aiyyo Son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs Son (what?)<br>[batty bwoy] Asshole, asshole, asshole!<br>[Rock] There`s like six bitch-ass niggaz on the corner Son<br> (Aiyyo word?) These niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shit<br> Can`t tell these niggaz they ain`t hype<br> They punk smoove bullshit, just meet me downstairs Son<br> I`ma set it on these niggaz Son<br>[Ruck] Yo I`ma be right there man, I`m gettin dressed now<br>[Rock] These niggaz have no idea Son, check it check it<br><br>Verse One: Rock, Ruck<br><br>And one time for your mind, one time for the snitch droppin dime<br>Me don`t wanna hear you whine when my nine`s to your spine<br>Glock diss, Rocky, Mountain, energy`s from my <br>fountain of youth runnin through my brain pounded<br>So don`t be found in my clutches<br>If you don`t who Sparsky is, then you don`t know who Dutch is<br>Don`t get snuffed kid, we cause ruckus<br>And rock mad domes while we at it who`s the first up<br>to see blackness like the universe<br><br>Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for shelter<br>Live and direct with a nine tenth that`s that nigga from Heltah Skeltah<br>Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of Ruck plus<br>My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)<br>Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam the<br>microphone you hand me till the judge remand me (what)<br>Can we, get along like Rodney, and Rock please<br>Put these niggaz in they proper place cause you cocky<br><br>I, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz neck<br>Wrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel tec<br>Wussy, where`s all them suckers talkin tracks bout they RnRin<br>(They heard us comin and turned to track stars, check it)<br>I be, never sloppy, I be ROTC<br>I rock heads from Bedrock to Yugoslav-ia<br>Robbin you and your crew blind yeah we do crimes<br>Find that Absolut`s fine, or in to behind<br>Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot cryin<br>Like Screwface, I in the mood to bash your eyes in<br>Devils does know who I am, madman from Heltah Skeltah<br>Mr. Flipster, ROCK, Grandson of Sam<br><br>As the World Turns in my search for tomorrow<br>I seek the God in life, for some insight<br>Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels<br>Hit instrumentals get influential like Colin Powell, now<br>Fuck the world, stick my dick in the dirt<br>Pull tunes on spooks who claim I ain`t cool like Levert<br>Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel<br>Vexed cause the devil never take me to that next level<br>It`s never humble in asphault jungles<br>When you slang rocks and Ricans in back deal with bundles<br>Some may wonder, the evil these two men do, torment you<br>Lyrical landlord, your fuckin rent due<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Clans, posses, crews and kliks<br>All y`all bitch niggaz can suck my dick<br>Kliks, posses, crews and clans<br>Can`t none of y`all niggaz fuck with me and my man<br><br>Verse Two: Rock, Ruck<br><br>Aiyyo, one`s for the, shots I pop<br>Two`s for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped<br>Three`s for the irrational Ruck, bitch!<br>I be Rock and the four`s for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop<br>Ask me how foul I am, mannn you know damn well<br>it was me that hit your bitch up in my man`s van<br>Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit<br>You can`t flush, fuckin with us you`re smacked with hock spit<br>Who dare square with Rock me I break you<br>Tree times worse dan a bumba claat earthquake do<br>Heltah Skeltah is hectic hit the deck then step<br>if you wanna hear your neck click<br>See this center, but really play no basketball<br>I do my shootin with a motherfuckin mac you fall<br>To the floor, OGC hit up everything that come through the door<br>Recognize Heltah Skeltah mean war<br><br>So what`s the reason for the treason, punk you wanna die<br>My mind crucify those who try to defy<br>God cipher devine drop bombs on the blind<br>In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine (hah)<br>Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand skills<br>Man chill, might end up in a landfill<br>Stand still, nigga you know the position<br>Glocks clickin from niggaz who ain`t got pots to piss in<br>Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes<br>Me and Rock is this tight (there`ll never be no fist fights)<br>You`re lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks<br>who sniff coke, now your bitch broke ain`t no misquote<br>I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom<br>Like Cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision<br>Similar to none Son so it fuckin seem<br>Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they spleen<br><br>Chorus: repeat 4X