Heltah Skeltah - Place To Be lyrics

Yo, yo, come here, man come over here
Duke ruck: Come here, come here get
Your shit over here, man
No, yo, stand over here, stand over here
Get the fuck over here, man
Place to be nah, duke, come
Over here this where it’s at, duke

Place to be is on my side, duke
‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target when I fly the coupe

Nah, place to be is on my side, duke
‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target when I fly the coupe

Buenos días you know me as Ruck, el número
Uno papi chulo sticking dick
To your chick culo
Hard to Kill like the white boy Hatcher
Snatch an emcee off the rap pack for
The simple fact he’s wack, yo
What’s the deal? I feel you
Can’t step to Sean wigging out on bitch-ass
Niggas since Decepticons
(Transform) The plan’s on
But, I wish Mary J blige "Remind Me"
Take my hoodie off, nigga
I can’t see behind me
Why these guys chose to defy laws of the
Most High most guys get their
Shit wrapped in gauze place to be is on my
Side motherfuck your pride
Lay in the cut with the big Ruck
If your monkey ass wanna survive

Yo, any set that’s hectic it gets
Worse when Rock’s up in it
So somebody tell the fat lady
She’s up in five minutes
Shit is almost finished right after
I take care of witnesses
Roaming the premises
Not minding their businesses
Images up in your melon telling
You to jet you know if you stay
I give more of y’all
Chest pains than cigarettes
Bet your bottom dollar, don’t move or swallow
You’re not promised tomorrow
But, I promise you I’ll make you holler
(How?) Pop you collar bone
Stone’s the way that
I stalk in my zone you can
Roam just don’t get caught
Place to be is on my side, duke
‘cause you don’t
Wanna be my target when I fly the coupe
Nigga

Place to be is on my side, duke
‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target when I fly the coupe

Yo, place to be is on my side, duke
‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target when I fly the coupe

Place to be is on my side, duke
‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target when I fly the coupe

Place to be is on my side, duke
‘cause you don’t wanna be the target

Ruck: Yo, bitch, yo son, that nigga jetted
Son i should clap that nigga right
In his ass fuck that
Rock: He a bitch-ass nigga
Ruck: That nigga a bitch-ass, no
Doubt he a bitch-ass nigga, man oooh shit
Ruck: I should clap that nigga in his ass
Man word is bond
Rock: Dude got mad sugar in his tank pussy
Ruck: This goes for all y’all people
All y’all people
That still got the little kid in ‘em
You know the sugar side of
You shredded with wheat biscuit's
Rock: Put an ad in the motherfucking paper
We need some true warriors in here