Sean Price - Ruckdown lyrics
[Sean Price - Ruckdown lyrics]
This, is Kimbo Price he is a fighter
Who as you can see from
The blood on his knuckles
Has no problem taking apart people's faces
Tell Dru that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Buck that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Shuckey that Ruck is
Runnin the label now noah already know
Ruck is runnin the label now
I don't care who hot, I don't care who drop
It's my time nigga I'mma do what it do, ock'!
Crackin my tube socks, stackin my shoebox
Money makin mistress, Saab shoes is too hot
Listen to 2Pac, thinkin you thugged out
Hit 'em with two shots
Thinking you slugged out
Niggas is bugged out
Off too many dust joints
Get the shit on point
Ruck is like fuck points
Earth Wind & Fire out your face
But the God smack him
Eight spit, facelift nigga when Sean rappin
Niggas hope Sean pop, niggas know Sean flop
Johnny Rambo shit
Inf' beam with the long stock
I told these motherfuckers I ain't
Playin around this time i came back for the
Money and crown this time
Listen, fuck up your stomach
The gun to your navel
Tell Dru and Buck that Ruckus
Is runnin the label, bAM
Tell Dru that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Buck that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Shuckey that Ruck is
Runnin the label now noah already know
Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Steele that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Tek that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Rock that Ruck is runnin the label now
Ruste already know
Ruck is runnin the label now - P!
So you know
We can always do that bare knuckle style
Y'knahmsayin? We can always take it
Back to old school
That'll work for me, y'knahmsayin?
It's whatever with me man
But, if you keep on rappin man
I'mma have to zip you closed baby
Cause, I'm gettin tired of the talk
Knahmsayin?
So the next one that have somethin to say
Just see me indirectly man
I'll come to yo' camp, knahmsayin?
And that's real talk man
Holla at'cha boy, I ain't goin nowhere (P)
Who as you can see from
The blood on his knuckles
Has no problem taking apart people's faces
Tell Dru that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Buck that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Shuckey that Ruck is
Runnin the label now noah already know
Ruck is runnin the label now
I don't care who hot, I don't care who drop
It's my time nigga I'mma do what it do, ock'!
Crackin my tube socks, stackin my shoebox
Money makin mistress, Saab shoes is too hot
Listen to 2Pac, thinkin you thugged out
Hit 'em with two shots
Thinking you slugged out
Niggas is bugged out
Off too many dust joints
Get the shit on point
Ruck is like fuck points
Earth Wind & Fire out your face
But the God smack him
Eight spit, facelift nigga when Sean rappin
Niggas hope Sean pop, niggas know Sean flop
Johnny Rambo shit
Inf' beam with the long stock
I told these motherfuckers I ain't
Playin around this time i came back for the
Money and crown this time
Listen, fuck up your stomach
The gun to your navel
Tell Dru and Buck that Ruckus
Is runnin the label, bAM
Tell Dru that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Buck that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Shuckey that Ruck is
Runnin the label now noah already know
Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Steele that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Tek that Ruck is runnin the label now
Tell Rock that Ruck is runnin the label now
Ruste already know
Ruck is runnin the label now - P!
So you know
We can always do that bare knuckle style
Y'knahmsayin? We can always take it
Back to old school
That'll work for me, y'knahmsayin?
It's whatever with me man
But, if you keep on rappin man
I'mma have to zip you closed baby
Cause, I'm gettin tired of the talk
Knahmsayin?
So the next one that have somethin to say
Just see me indirectly man
I'll come to yo' camp, knahmsayin?
And that's real talk man
Holla at'cha boy, I ain't goin nowhere (P)