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Intro:
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Ruck and Rock taking you up a notch higher
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I mean it was cool aht first yunno
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Jus yunno rapping about nuhthing
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Buht then like whut happened wuz
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[B.C.C.] The people they started yunno to talk about tings that make sense
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[B.C.C.] I wuz like "What the fuck?"
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[B.C.C.] People with real shit I wuhlike "Get the fuck outta here"
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[B.C.C.] Whaddo they think they doing?
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[B.C.C.] I dunno where that shit come from man.
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[B.C.C.] I wuz like, "Yo it's fuckin amazing" right?
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[B.C.C.] Real
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[B.C.C.] It's real, I don even know how the shit start
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Verse One: Rock, Ruck
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It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door
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Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more
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Heads were gettin nervous, that's three now they wanna break North
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Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off
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It's on now; gettin down in the trenches
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Eight soldiers gettin in mo' ass than splinters on raggedy benches
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Since it's war, ain't shit sweet this Clique
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disperse and then they transform to chess pieces
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On fake grounds never spare clowns
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Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down
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Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies
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Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate
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Demonstrate, tactics you need practice
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First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like you're backwards
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I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond
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limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)
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Dat's word, Sean don't give a
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Whatevah then they got niggaz who're snakes that slither (hisssss)
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And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter
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I got your name number address plus your picture
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Chorus:
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This is the B.C.C., N Double D
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In the Ninety-Now we lock it down
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This is the B.C.C., N Double D
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In the Ninety-Now we lock it down
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Verse Two: Ruck, Rock
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Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word
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that get niggaz locked up in seventy-third
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Prefer to chill, but the Sun can't do that
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Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crew's at
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You lack with the skills that it takes to make
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ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak
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My occupation's, Operation, Lockdown
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On your radio station whoever got the hot sound
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Who wan tess y'all?
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Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness y'all
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Guard your chest y'all
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Nothing can protect y'all
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From Buckshot on down to the rest y'all
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We runnin through your set y'all
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Fuck the rest y'all, we be the best y'all
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Yesh yesh y'all
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I crack backs North South East and West y'all
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We know fresh y'all
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I did do I guess y'all
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I didn't say I doesn't indeed sex I never measure
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Ready to wet y'all
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Place your bottom dollar bets y'all
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Chest will become messed bored if you flex y'all
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Nevertheless y'all
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We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all
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Lock it down with the full court press y'all
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Chorus: 2X
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Ha ha ha haaa
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This is the year, the Ninety Now
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On with the flows, conversations over beats
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Do not touch microphones
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I repeat, do not touch microphones
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This concludes our exodus Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now
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Very hazardous to your health And that's my B.C.C. show you how
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you can get with the shit that we got
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Heltah Skeltah The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man
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we keep shit locked down
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Kid, duck down [B.C.C.]
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Lock it down lock it down [B.C.C.]
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Operation Lockdown [B.C.C.]
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Lock it down lock it down [B.C.C.]
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[B.C.C.]
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Locked down [B.C.C.]
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The weak do not stand a chance [B.C.C.]
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[B.C.C.]
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This I promise you [B.C.C.]
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[B.C.C.]
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Chorus 2X
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Operation Lockdown
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| Heltah Skeltah |
