featuring The Representativz and Rustee Jux



Intro/Chorus: all together



This goes out to my Magnum Force

When we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off

May the Force be with me and if not our fault

For LIFE fuck alla y'all



[Ruck]

Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous

from here to Los Angeles Ruckus tossin the random shit

But can you get with the nigga Tall Sean manuscript

Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click

Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason

Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin

When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some CPR

See we are the illest niggaz out that's on your TV pah

So when you greet me pah, better have your fuckin shit straight

Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake

You fishcake, whatever the fuck Ruck dictate

The shit great, higher than shows made by Rick Lake

You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin with

international irrational beat got you Ruckus bitch

Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin shit

Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin shit



Chorus



[Rustee Jux]

When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls

V.O., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin

Easin the agony, postponin the misery

Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily

Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin

I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin

Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones

with the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones

So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off

Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off

Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot

Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top

Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock

Hit the SWATS with a cinder block off the rooftop

Regulatin, livest motherfuckers on this side

Bitches dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes



Chorus



[Rock]

Keep on talkin aight? Get more than your style rammed up

You see me? Don't say shit like Pink Panther

You Talk Too Much like Run'n'them and your breath smell like Pampers

Get knocked the fuck out by Dr. David Banner

DJ at the bar be act like records got dandruff

Makin niggaz scream "Oh! Oh!" and throw they hands up

You know this man's ruff, so my man Ruck could do stand up

So who wanna battle? We'll learn you some manners, god damn ya

You niggaz make me sick as cancer, I slam ya

Whole crew of emcees, DJ's and your dancer

Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum

Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom

? again now they got front, I slap cats at random

Deflate your egos you too gassed off the Mylanta

Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like The Phantom

Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the M.F.C. anthem

Man dem, strong like Samson, shorty and Jux

Cause I'm that nigga Rock from Heltah Skeltah plus I'm handsome

But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas

like plantains, any questions boo-YAA your answer



Chorus



[Representativz]

Aiyyo I'm movin through this life shit with the only fam I got

My Triple R rated niggaz steady blowin up spots

You think not it's Little Rock we bust shots at your car

and leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars



This shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin

All that panickin'll get your shit ran up in

I can't stand it when MC's get caught ramblin

Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send

In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips

over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips



So when we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume

the straight, dead position when my lead go BOOM

Embeddin this tune, all into your fuckin doom

We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome



My Rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my thugs on ?

Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin

Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin

The Repz baby, time for action, action



* "what's" uttered by various BCCers *



Chorus 2X



[Rock]

Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air

Say, "Fuck y'all niggaz, we don't care!"

Word is Bon Jov', oh oh

We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh

Niggaz think they fuckin with my Magnum Force

Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off

May the Force be with me and if not our fault

For LIFE, FUCK alla y'all

Hehehehe, see

Slogan is made of Force be with me

Not our fault

You can't fuck with that? Fuck you all

Word is Bon Jov