Rock] Yo yo come here man come over here duke

[Ruck] Get your shit over here man

[Rock] No yo stand over here stand over here

[Ruck] Get the fuck over here man

[Rock] Place to be nah duke come over here this where it's at duke



Chorus:



[Ruck] Place to be is on my side duke

Cause you don't wanna be the target when I fly the coupe

[Rock] Nah! Place to be is on my side duke

Cause you don't wanna be the target when I fly the coupe



[Ruck]

Buenos Dias

You know me as

Ruck-L Numero uno

Popey chuno stickin dick to yo chick coolo

Hard to kill like the white boy had to snatch a MC off the rap back

For the simple fact he's wack so what's the deal?

I feel you can't step to Sean

Wiggin out on bitch ass nigga's since Decepticons (Transform!)

The plan's on but I wish Mary J. Blidge 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 they shit wrapped in gauze

Place to be is on my side

Motherfuck ya pride, lay undercover from big Ruck

If ya monkey ass wanna survive



[Rock]

Yo and if you think 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

Roamin the primises not mindin they businesses

And bitches up in yo melon tellin you to jet

You know if you stay

I might give you some chest pains like cigarretes

Bet ya bottom dollar don't move or swaller

You not promised tommorow but I promise you I'll make ya holler

Pop you coller

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 the target when I fly the coupe

Nigga



Chorus 1.5X



[Ruck] Yo bitch yo son that nigga jetted son

(Both laughing)

[Both] He a bitch nigga

[Rock] Bitch ass nigga man ooohh shit dude got mad sugar in his tank

Pussy

[Ruck] This is for all y'all people, all y'all people

that still got the little kid in 'em you know

[Rock] put a ad in the motherfuckin paper we need

some true warriors in here



(Chorus fades out