[Verse 1]
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Hey yo, you see me, rock with me
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Riskin to diss me
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Klaus Kinsky, 6' 3'', 2-60
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In the wilderness, see this great white grizzly
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Out for blood, ain't forget the way that they did me
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We're on the roof top
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With the scope on the rifle
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Go to war with us, we ain't like you
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Walk by you, snipe you
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Holdin your head, right through, we never liked you
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We Hitchcock Psycho, y'all know
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Y'all never figure shit out
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Till we pull the 4 fifth out
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Rip your bitch drawers off whip my dick out
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You got a big mouth, a big mouth
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You better watch your back
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The Rugged Man know where you live at
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[Chorus]
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When you see the Rugged Man comin
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"What you gon' do?" (R.A. sampled from "Stanley Kubrick")
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When I put this pistol in your face
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"What you gon' do?"
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You can't hide, we're comin for you
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"What you gon' do?"
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I throw a brick to your Bentley window
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"What you gon' do? We roll through"
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When the Rugged Man rides to your neighbourhood
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"What you gon' do?"
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When I kick through your front door
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"What you gon' do?"
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When I beat you up in the club
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"What you gon' do?"
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My whole crew, we comin for you, you, you, you
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[Verse 2]
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Yo, see the way they lookin at us
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What's the matter, you ain't seen white trash before?
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(You ain't seen white trash before?)
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A bunch of rowdy white boys with nothing left to live for
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A bunch of rowdy white boys who live their whole life poor
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Theirs bellies bigger than Buddah's, a bunch of born losers
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There's why we on see us broke for life with no futures
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Nobody fool us, stick this in your computers
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We never ?,they never move us, we use sluts
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The german, Deutschland, caucasian
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Caucasoid mountain, caveman
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Pop the tape in
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?, Stoneage
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?, Rugged Man
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Breakmen, ?
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Welcome to the Waste Land
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Bring our whole life, bring your boys and you don't stop
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Bring machine guns, bring your whole block
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Meet us at the park, 12 O clock on the dot, don't bring no cops
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We from the Boondocks, put the gut out the toolbox
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B-Boy style, walk the street with the boombox
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White trash, trailer park style, eatin pork chops
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? ruthless, see what you did
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You must be stupid, fuckin with Stanley Kubrick
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[Chorus]
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When you see the Rugged Man comin
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"What you gon' do?"
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When I kick through your front door
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"What you gon' do?"
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You can't hide, we're comin for you
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"What you gon' do?"
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I throw a brick to your Bentley window
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"What you gon' do? We roll through"
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When the Rugged Man rides to your neighbourhood
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"What you gon' do?"
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When you see me in your front yard
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"What you gon' do?"
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When my dick is hard, bitch
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"What you gon' do?"
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My whole crew, we comin for you, you, you, you
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[Verse 3]
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Yo, ? warriors
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Before laws, break those, take yours
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Down to law force, cut your rope with the bengals
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Right there force, stay depressed force
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Mad wars, run up in your spot with chainsaws
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Realise it, if you're ?
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Realise, up on your full life is
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And how it's really priceless
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The Rugged Man in your crib with the bloody ice peak
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Kidnap your kids , smake up the one ?
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We break yours, we ? force, take weight off
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Break north, off my nutsack, lick the cake off
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This how shit goes, sneak to your back window
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Stick the dick up your wifey, like Mandingo
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[Chorus]
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When you see the Rugged Man comin
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"What you gon' do?"
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When I put this pistol in your face
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"What you gon' do?"
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You can't hide, we're comin for you
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"What you gon' do?"
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When I kick through your front door
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"What you gon' do? We roll through"
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When the Rugged Man rides to your neighbourhood
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"What you gon' do?"
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When I beat you up in the club
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"What you gon' do?"
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When I run to the record label
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"What you gon' do?"
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My whole crew, we comin for you
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"What you gon' do? We roll through"
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Grizzly
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| R.A. The Rugged Man |
