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(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus) (Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus) (Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus) (Here come the... (Shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> Method Man I break pens, make ends Fake friends smile up While I rip a style up But I know the real ones Who steal guns And jooks to crooks, C-k-l-y-n See, they be dyin Daily, rarely do they make it to the news New suit, no shoes, no clues I mind my business, you better mind yours I'm steppin to jaws So get the gores for the cause Laws ain't made for a nigga, pid tax-free So they wanna find out where the cracks be So they run up, gun up, wanna touch us They must be lookin for the rukus (Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus) (Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus) (Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus) (Here come the...) (Shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> Method Man [ VERSE 2 ] Now I'm back on the block stuck Shit outta luck I need some dead men, they keep me alive in '95 Gotta eat, got a street, let's pump it Blow that shit up like a trumpet No doubt, baby, maybe when they be thinkin Shit is dead, we split his head, hit his crib Yo, fuck that, my nigga Big I just did his bid We need a steady flow, ready-go, get the ifth Let me hit the spliff, let's do this Yo, tell em who dis, the rudest Like a nudist I got no shame I put the flame to your perimeter claim Fuck po-po, I smoke em like cocoa In fronto pronto


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