Yo, yo, reverb
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Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
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Yo, yo, reverb
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Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
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Yo, yo, reverb
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Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
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Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
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Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
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Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
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Yo, yo, reverb
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Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat
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Yo, yo that's some, that's some like, Stanley Kubrick
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Stanley Kubrick
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The track bouncy, no-body, get more rowdy
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than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley
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Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the whole crew
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Cab Morada, what you gon' do we roll through
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Fuck that, Big Dirt, the midget face drop 'em
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Bring em to the Port Jeff house stayed on top 'em
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Nobody move this, I don't give a fuck, we untouched
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Strictly lust for papers and live life to bust nuts
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We're God killers, let's be realistic;
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we probably gon' be punished - we fuckin bitches by the 100's
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Why me? Wanna fight me? Try me
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Why these people don't know me - don't like me
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Society, they wanna see me dead I stick out
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You see me in the public, I probably pull my dick out
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Smack the fuck out of women, see me knock your bitch out
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Do somethin tough guy, who the fuck wanna die?
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Clash of the Titans, broken bottles, bar fight
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You wanna battle I'ma freestyle you can start writin
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I can do that, tip the bouncers, make sure we get
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our gats in the club just in case the action
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Everybody want it, try to take my title
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Let's see, left your chest messy, test me
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Stanley Kubrick, don't stress me
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R.A. the Rugged Man, remember the name - Rugged Man!
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Ride with us (Rug y'know the bitch beater)
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Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island)
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Ride with us (Dead broke black people)
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Ride with us (Dead broke white people)
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Ride with us (My man Smoothe Da Hustler)
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Ride with us (Rest in peace Jason Edmands)
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Ride with us (Gordon Heights, ghostland)
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Ride with us
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Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged.. *echoes*
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Now think about this, who diss us? Suffolk County
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cops frisk us, they handcuffs never fit us
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Our wrists turn purple, that's why we act vicious
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Plus if we die tomorrow, won't nobody miss us
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Get half a page in The Source maybe, if that
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It's a whole town of people actin shady, where I live at
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We spit lyrically releasin, you don't stop
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Ain't nobody ceasin til your heartbeat stop beatin, bring it
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You know where to find me; actin like you lookin for me
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You saw me you walked right by me
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A true test, the Rugged Man, the tru-est
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The most violent, in the U.S., we see you stressed
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Now take it easy, Fat Man greasy, sloppy
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Peace to Khadafi, I'ma do this
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They tried to stop me, way back in nine-four
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You look into my future, I'ma probably die for it
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We proud to be the lowest, low life losers
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We flip your car over like Long Island steroid abusers
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When they 'roid ragin, white boy caning
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Let me do some explain, misbehaving
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Rugged Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven
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The Ten Commandments, we constantly disobeyin
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Ride with us (Dirty crusty asses)
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Ride with us (The whole Infamous Mobb)
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Ride with us (My main man Akinyele)
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Ride with us (The whole white trash nation)
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Ride with us (All the Stony Brook kids)
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Ride with us (All the Port Jeff kids)
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Ride with us (My man Ev Casuchi)
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Ride with us (Capital of Crime Lords)
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Ride with us (Miguel the cop in the house)
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Ride with us (Sho' nuff, Dave Greenberg)
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Ride with us (All the starvin artists)
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Ride with us (All the starvin artists)
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Ride with us (All the starvin artists)
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Ride with us (Rugged *echoes*)
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Stanley Kubrick
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| R.A. The Rugged Man |
