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Yo, yo, reverb |
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Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat |
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Yo, yo, reverb |
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Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat |
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Yo, yo, reverb |
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Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat |
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Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat |
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Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat |
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Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat |
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Yo, yo, reverb |
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Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat |
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Yo, yo that's some, that's some like, Stanley Kubrick |
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Stanley Kubrick |
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The track bouncy, no-body, get more rowdy |
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than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley |
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Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the whole crew |
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Cab Morada, what you gon' do we roll through |
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**** that, Big Dirt, the midget face drop 'em |
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Bring em to the Port Jeff house stayed on top 'em |
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Nobody move this, I don't give a ****, we untouched |
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Strictly lust for papers and live life to bust nuts |
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We're God killers, let's be realistic; |
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we probably gon' be punished - we ****in bitches by the 100's |
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Why me? Wanna fight me? Try me |
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Why these people don't know me - don't like me |
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Society, they wanna see me dead I stick out |
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You see me in the public, I probably pull my dick out |
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Smack the **** out of women, see me knock your bitch out |
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Do somethin tough guy, who the **** wanna die? |
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Clash of the Titans, broken bottles, bar fight |
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You wanna battle I'ma freestyle you can start writin |
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I can do that, tip the bouncers, make sure we get |
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our gats in the club just in case the action |
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Everybody want it, try to take my title |
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Let's see, left your chest messy, test me |
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Stanley Kubrick, don't stress me |
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R.A. the Rugged Man, remember the name - Rugged Man! |
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Ride with us (Rug y'know the bitch beater) |
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Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island) |
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Ride with us (Dead broke black people) |
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Ride with us (Dead broke white people) |
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Ride with us (My man Smoothe Da Hustler) |
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Ride with us (Rest in peace Jason Edmands) |
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Ride with us (Gordon Heights, ghostland) |
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Ride with us |
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Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged.. *echoes* |
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Now think about this, who diss us? Suffolk County |
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cops frisk us, they handcuffs never fit us |
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Our wrists turn purple, that's why we act vicious |
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Plus if we die tomorrow, won't nobody miss us |
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Get half a page in The Source maybe, if that |
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It's a whole town of people actin shady, where I live at |
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We spit lyrically releasin, you don't stop |
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Ain't nobody ceasin til your heartbeat stop beatin, bring it |
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You know where to find me; actin like you lookin for me |
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You saw me you walked right by me |
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A true test, the Rugged Man, the tru-est |
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The most violent, in the U.S., we see you stressed |
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Now take it easy, Fat Man greasy, sloppy |
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Peace to Khadafi, I'ma do this |
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They tried to stop me, way back in nine-four |
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You look into my future, I'ma probably die for it |
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We proud to be the lowest, low life losers |
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We flip your car over like Long Island steroid abusers |
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When they 'roid ragin, white boy caning |
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Let me do some explain, misbehaving |
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Rugged Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven |
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The Ten Commandments, we constantly disobeyin |
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Ride with us (Dirty crusty asses) |
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Ride with us (The whole Infamous Mobb) |
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Ride with us (My main man Akinyele) |
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Ride with us (The whole white trash nation) |
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Ride with us (All the Stony Brook kids) |
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Ride with us (All the Port Jeff kids) |
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Ride with us (My man Ev Casuchi) |
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Ride with us (Capital of Crime Lords) |
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Ride with us (Miguel the cop in the house) |
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Ride with us (Sho' nuff, Dave Greenberg) |
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Ride with us (All the starvin artists) |
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Ride with us (All the starvin artists) |
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Ride with us (All the starvin artists) |
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Ride with us (Rugged *echoes*) |
