Clan's, Posse's, Crew's and Clik's

[Rock: Intro] A-yo son A-yo come downstairs, son There's like six bitch-ass niggas on the corner, son These niggas is rapping, kicking raps and shit Can't tell these niggas they ain't hype They punk smooth bullshit Just meet me downstairs, son, I'mma set it on these niggas, son These niggas have no idea, son Check it, check it [Rock] And one time for your mind, one time for the snitch dropping dime Me nah wanna hear you whine when my nine's to your spine Glock diss, Rocky, Mountain Energy's from my fountain of youth running through my brain pounding So don't be found in my clutches If you don't who Sparsky is, then you don't know who Dutch is Don't get snuffed kid, we cause ruckus And rock mad domes while we at it Who's the first up to see blackness like the universe? [Ruck] Fuck that, niggas better start running for shelter Live and direct from the 9 'til next that nigga from Heltah Skeltah Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of Ruck Plus my mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam the Microphone you hand me till the judge remand me Can we, get along like Rodney, and Rock please Put these niggas in they proper place cause you cocky [Rock] I, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggas neck Wrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel Tec, wussy Where's all them suckers talking trash 'bout they RnR-in' (They heard us coming and turned to track stars, check it) I be, never sloppy, I be Rock, see I rock heads from Bedrock to Yugoslavia Robbing you and your crew blind, yeah we do crimes Find that ass a new spine, or a new behind Now you whine, but yo stop the bloodclot crying I screw face, I in the mood to bash your eyes in Devils does know who I am, madman from Heltah Skeltah Mr. Flipster, Rock, Grandson of Sam [Ruck] As the world turns in my search for tomorrow I seek the guiding light, for some insight Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels Hit instrumentals get influential like Colin Powell, now Fuck the world, stick my dick in the dirt Pull tools on fools who claim I ain't cool like Levert Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel Vexed cause the devil never take me to that next level It's never humble in asphalt jungles When you sling rocks and Ricans and bag dough in bundles Some may wonder, the evil these two men do Torment you, lyrical landlord, your fucking rent due [Hook] Clans, posses, crews and kliks All y'all bitch niggas can suck my dick Kliks, posses, crews and clans Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with me and my man [Rock] A-yo one's for the, shots I pop Two's for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped Three's for the irrational Ruck, bitch! I be Rock and the four's for Hip Hop cause with this shit we rip shop Ask me how foul I am Man you know damn well it was me that hit your bitch up in my man's van Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit You can't flush, fucking with us you're smacked with hock spit Who dare square with Rock me I break you Three times worse than a bumboclot earthquake do Heltah Skeltah is hectic hit the deck then step If you wanna hear your neck click See this center, don't really play no basketball I do my shooting with a motherfucking Mac you fall To the floor, OGC hit up everything that come through the door Recognize Heltah Skeltah means war [Ruck] So what's the reason for the treason, punk you wanna die My mind crucify those who try to defy God Cipher Divine drop bombs on the blind In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine Now I want a nigga to come with hand skills Man chill, might end up in a landfill Stand still, nigga you know the position Glocks clicking from niggas who ain't got pots to piss in Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes Me and Rock is this tight (There'll never be no fist fights) Your lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks who sniff coke Now your bitch broke ain't no misquote I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom Like Cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision Similar to none, son so it fucking seem Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they spleen Chorus: repeat 4X