[Hook: All] 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, I’ll fall For life (For life). Fuck all of y’all
[Verse 1: Ruck] Yo, you can’t manage this (Manage this), the boss scandalous From here to Los Angeles, Ruckus tossing 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 niggas for no apparent reason, squeezing Shots at you heathens to stop you from breathing Call the cops ‘cause he’s bleeding. I think he need some CPR See, we are the illest niggas out that’s on your TV, pa So when you greet me, pa, better have your fucking shit straight Your fifth make nobody move, I think your shit fake You fishcake. Whatever the fuck Ruck dictate The shit rate higher than shows made by Rick Lake You’ll lick eight shots at them niggas who be fucking with International, Irrational B-I-G Ruckus, bitch Enough of this bullshit talking, let’s start wetting shit Peep the etiquette of a nigga that’s known for setting shit
[Hook: All] 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, I’ll fall For life (For life). Fuck all of y’all
[Verse 2: Ruste Juxx] When the weather get frío, I hate the scene, drinking Seagram’s V.O., novacaining my suffering through the struggling Easing the agony, postponing the misery Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily Calculating my every motion, cautious coasting I see the blue and white scoping, slowly approaching Eyeballing me and my sons like we the ones With the stashed guns, hoping we run like the last ones So they can get they rocks off, sound they Glocks off Like my block’s soft. Kingston Avenue niggas 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 ham hocks, got it on slam lock Hit the SWATS with a cinder block off the rooftop Regulating, livest motherfuckers on this side Bitches dick-ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes
[Hook: All] 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, I’ll fall For life (For life). Fuck all of y’all
[Verse 3: Rock] Keep on Talking, aight? Get more than your style rammed up You see me? Don’t say shit like Pink Panther “You Talk Too Much” like Run and ‘em, and your breath smell like Pampers Get knocked the fuck out by Dr. David Banner DJ at the barber, act like records got dandruff Making niggas scream “Oh! Oh!” and throw their hands up You know this man’s rough, so my man Ruck could do stand up So who wanna battle? We’ll learn you some manners, god damn ya You niggas make me sick as cancer, I slam ya Whole crew of emcees, DJs and your dancer Half-steppers can’t run, panic, catch a tantrum Tear to New Hampshire, I stick niggas for ransom. Damn, son Can’t none of y’all front. I slap cats at random Deflate your egos, you too gassed, I’m the Mylanta Take your dough and ho and disappear like The Phantom Send her back pulling her pants up, singing the M.F.C. anthem Man, dem strong like Samson, shorty and Juxx ‘Cause I’m that nigga Rock from Heltah Skeltah plus I’m handsome But scrape that, bring handguns. My crew sort of bananas Like plantains. Any questions? “BOO-YAA!” your answer
[Hook: All] 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, I’ll fall For life (For life). Fuck all of y’all
[Verse 4: The Representativz] [Lidu Rock] Ayyo, I’m moving through This life shit with the only fam I got. My Triple- -R-rated niggas steady blowing up spots. You think not? It’s Lidu Rock. We bust shots at your car and leave you Stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars [Supreme the Eloheem] This shit right here I’m handling’ll leave your head scrambling All that panicking’ll get your shit ran up in I can’t stand it when emcees get caught rambling 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 [Lidu Rock] So when we start To bust clips, all y’all niggas assume the straight Dead position when my lead go BOOM, embedding This tune all into your fucking dome, we move Through these evil streets steady holding chrome [Supreme the Eloheem] My graff niggas stay Mashing, big-up my thugs on Mother Gaston Forever gat-snatching every time we see the cops passing Your team is has-beens, gasping from the ass-slashing The Repz, baby. Time for action, action
[Hook: All] (x2) 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, I’ll fall For life (For life). Fuck all of y’all
[Outro: Rock] Throw y’all middle fingers up in the air Say, “Fuck y’all niggas, we don’t care!” Word is Bon Jov’, oh oh We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh Niggas think they fucking 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, I’ll fall For life (For life). Fuck all of y’all Hehehehe, see Slogan is: May the Force be with me If not, I fall You can’t fuck with that? Fuck you all Word is Bon Jov’
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