Ruckdown Lyrics & Tabs by Sean Price
Ruckdown
guitar chords 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 peoples faces ! *
Tell Dru that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Tell Buck that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Tell Shucky that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Noah already know, Ruckus runnin' the label now.
I don't care who hot, I don't care who drop
It's my time nigga imma do what it do ack
Crack in my tube socks, stackin my shoe box
Money makin' (mr. sab ?) shoes is too hot
Listen to Tupac, thinkin you thugged out
Hit em' with 2 shots, thinkin you slugged out
Niggas is bugged out, too many dust joints
Get to the point Ruck, Ruckus like "fuck points ! "
Earth, Wind, and Fire out your face when the god smack em'
Eight spit, face-lift nigga when Sean rappin'
Get to the point Ruck, Ruckus like "fuck points ! "
Earth, Wind, and Fire out your face when the god smack em'
Eight spit, face-lift nigga when Sean rappin'
Niggas hope Sean pop, niggas know Sean flop
Johnny Rambo shit, (f 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 ya stomach a gun to your navel
Tell Dru and Buck that Ruckus is runnin' the label.
Tell Dru that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Tell Buck that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Tell Shucky that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Noah already know, Ruckus runnin' the label now.
Tell Steele that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Tell Tek that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Tell Rock that Ruckus runnin' the label now
Ruste already know, Ruckus runnin' the label now.
*You know, we could always do that bare-knuckle style, you know what I'm sayin', we can always take it back to the old school, that would work for me, know what I'm sayin' Its whatever with me man, but if you keep on rappin' man, I might have to zip ya clothes baby cause I'm gettin tired of the talk, know what I'm sayin' so the next one that have something to say, just see me indirectly man, I'll come to your camp, know what I'm sayin' and that real talk man, holla at ya boy, i ain't goin' no where*
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