Clan’s, Posse’s, Crew’s and Clik’s

Lyrics

[Intro: Rock] Ayo, son Ayo, come downstairs, son There's, like, six bitch-ass niggas on the corner, son These, these niggas is rapping, kicking raps and shit Can't tell these niggas they ain't hype They punk, smooth bullshit, just meet me downstairs, son I'ma set it on these niggas, son These niggas have no idea, son Check it, check it [Verse 1: Rock] And one time for your mind One time for the snitch droppin' dime Me no wanna hear you whine when my nine's to your spine Clock this, Rock-y, Mountain Energies from my fountain of youth runnin' through my brain, poundin' So don't be found in my clutches If you don't who Sparsky is and 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? [Verse 2: Ruck] Fuck that Niggas better start runnin' for shelter Live and direct with a nine to your neck, that nigga from Heltah Skeltah Word to moth', I'll murder ducks who never heard of Ruck, plus My mind ills off rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (BLAA) Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam, the Microphone you hand me 'til the judge remand me Can we, get along like Rodney? Yo, Rock, please Put these niggas in their proper place 'cause you cocky [Verse 3: Rock] I, be the drama-bringer, wringer of a nigga's neck Wrecker of a set, I Buckshots with a Steele Tek, wussy Where's all them suckers talkin' trash 'bout the R-n'-R? (They heard us coming and turned to track stars) Check it I be, never sloppy; I be Rock, see? I rock heads from Bedrock to Yugoslavia Robbin' you and your crew blind; Yeah, we do crimes Find that ass a new spine, or a new behind Now you whine, yo stop the bloodclaat cryin' Like Screwface, I in the mood to bash yo eyes in Devils does know who I am, madman from Heltah Skeltah Mr. Flipsta, Rock, Grandson of Sam [Verse 4: Ruck] As the World Turns in my Search For Tomorrow I seek The Guiding Light for some insight Freaky like a golden shower when my golden vowels Hit instrumentals, get influential like Colin Powell, Now Fuck the world, stick my dick in the dirt Pull tools on fools 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 asphalt jungles When you sling rocks to 'Ricans and bag dough in bundles Some may wonder, the evil these two men do Torment you, lyrical landlord; your fucking rent due [Hook: Ruck] Clans, posses, crews, and cliks All y'all bitch niggas can suck my dick Cliks, posses, crews, and clans Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with me and my man [Verse 5: Rock] Ayyo, 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 Man, you know damn well it was me that hit your bitch up in my man's van Suplex your grandpops then, like corn, I pop shit You can't flush. Fucking with us, you're smacked with hock spit Who dare square with Rock? Me, I break you Tre times worse than a bomboclaat earthquake do Heltah Skeltah's hectic Hit the deck, dick Step if you wanna hear yo neck click See this center, don't really play no basketball I do my shooting with a motherfucking MAC, you fall To the floor, O.G.C. hit up everything that come through the door Wrekonize Heltah Skeltah means war [Verse 6: Ruck] So what's the reason for the treason? Punk, you wanna die? My mind crucify those who try to defy God Cipher Divine drop bombs on the blind In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine Now I, warn a nigga to come with hand skills Man chill, might end up in a landfill, stand still Nigga, you know the position Glocks clicking from niggas 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 lit punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks Who sniff coke. Now yo bitch broke—ain't no misquote I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom Like Cyclops, eyes pop fly shots with ill vision Similar to none, son, so it fucking seems Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to their spleen [Hook: Ruck] Clans, posses, crews, and cliks All y'all bitch niggas can suck my dick Cliks, posses, crews, and clans Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with me and my man Clans, posses, crews, and cliks All y'all bitch niggas can suck my dick Cliks, posses, crews, and clans Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with me and my man Clans, posses, crews, and cliks All y'all bitch ass niggas can suck my dick Cliks, posses, crews, and clans Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with me and my man Clans, posses, crews, and cliks All y'all bitch niggas can suck my dick Cliks, posses, crews, and clans Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with me and my man [Outro: Ruck] Heltah Skeltah So get your clans, posses, crews and cliks All y'all bitch niggas can suck my dick Cliks, posses, crews and clans Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with me and my man Clans, posses, crews and cliks All y'all bitch-ass niggas can suck on the big Ruck dick All y'all niggas, eat a dick, word up And if you wear motherfucking fatigues and sneakers Pussy, I'm bringing it to you Heltah Skeltah Motherfucker Nocturnal, Nocturnal I'll bet you a buck fifty you can't fuck with me