Clan’s, Posse’s, Crew’s and Clik’s

[Intro: Rock]
Ayo, son
Ayo, come downstairs, son
There’s, like, six bitch-ass niggas on the corner, son
These, 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’ma set it on these niggas, son
These niggas have no idea, son
Check it, check it

[Verse 1: Rock]
And one time for your mind
One time for the snitch droppin' dime
Me no wanna hear you whine when my nine’s to your spine
Clock this, Rock-y, Mountain
Energies from my fountain of youth runnin' through my brain, poundin'
So don’t be found in my clutches
If you don’t who Sparsky is and 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?

[Verse 2: Ruck]
Fuck that
Niggas better start runnin' for shelter
Live and direct with a nine to your neck, that nigga from Heltah Skeltah
Word to moth’, I’ll murder ducks who never heard of Ruck, plus
My mind ills off rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (BLAA)
Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam, the
Microphone you hand me ‘til the judge remand me
Can we, get along like Rodney?
Yo, Rock, please
Put these niggas in their proper place ‘cause you cocky

[Verse 3: Rock]
I, be the drama-bringer, wringer of a nigga’s neck
Wrecker of a set, I Buckshots with a Steele Tek, wussy
Where’s all them suckers talkin' trash ‘bout the R-n’-R?
(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
Robbin' you and your crew blind; Yeah, we do crimes
Find that ass a new spine, or a new behind
Now you whine, yo stop the bloodclaat cryin'
Like Screwface, I in the mood to bash yo eyes in
Devils does know who I am, madman from Heltah Skeltah
Mr. Flipsta, Rock, Grandson of Sam

[Verse 4: 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 vowels
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 to 'Ricans and bag dough in bundles
Some may wonder, the evil these two men do
Torment you, lyrical landlord; your fucking rent due

[Hook: Ruck]
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all bitch niggas can suck my dick
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all niggas fuck with me and my man

[Verse 5: Rock]
Ayyo, 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
Suplex your grandpops 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
Tre times worse than a bomboclaat earthquake do
Heltah Skeltah’s hectic
Hit the deck, dick
Step if you wanna hear yo neck click
See this center, don’t really play no basketball
I do my shooting with a motherfucking MAC, you fall
To the floor, O.G.C. hit up everything that come through the door Wrekonize Heltah Skeltah means war

[Verse 6: 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, warn 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)
You’re lit punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks
Who sniff coke. Now yo bitch broke—ain’t no misquote
I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom
Like Cyclops, eyes pop fly shots with ill vision
Similar to none, son, so it fucking seems
Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to their spleen

[Hook: Ruck]
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all bitch niggas can suck my dick
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all niggas fuck with me and my man
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all bitch niggas can suck my dick
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all niggas fuck with me and my man
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all bitch ass niggas can suck my dick
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all niggas fuck with me and my man
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all bitch niggas can suck my dick
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all niggas fuck with me and my man

[Outro: Ruck]
Heltah Skeltah
So get your clans, posses, crews and cliks
All y’all bitch niggas can suck my dick
Cliks, posses, crews and clans
Can’t none of y’all niggas fuck with me and my man
Clans, posses, crews and cliks
All y’all bitch-ass niggas can suck on the big Ruck dick
All y’all niggas, eat a dick, word up
And if you wear motherfucking fatigues and sneakers
Pussy, I’m bringing it to you
Heltah Skeltah
Motherfucker
Nocturnal, Nocturnal
I’ll bet you a buck fifty you can’t fuck with me