Rukus

(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the...<br>(Shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> Method Man<br><br>I break pens, make ends<br>Fake friends smile up<br>While I rip a style up<br>But I know the real ones<br>Who steal guns<br>And jooks to crooks, C-k-l-y-n<br>See, they be dyin<br>Daily, rarely do they make it to the news<br>New suit, no shoes, no clues<br>I mind my business, you better mind yours<br>I`m steppin to jaws<br>So get the gores for the cause<br>Laws ain`t made for a nigga, pid tax-free<br>So they wanna find out where the cracks be<br>So they run up, gun up, wanna touch us<br>They must be lookin for the rukus<br><br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the...)<br>(Shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> Method Man<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>Now I`m back on the block stuck<br>Shit outta luck<br>I need some dead men, they keep me alive in `95<br>Gotta eat, got a street, let`s pump it<br>Blow that shit up like a trumpet<br>No doubt, baby, maybe when they be thinkin<br>Shit is dead, we split his head, hit his crib<br>Yo, fuck that, my nigga Big I just did his bid<br>We need a steady flow, ready-go, get the ifth<br>Let me hit the spliff, let`s do this<br>Yo, tell em who dis, the rudest<br>Like a nudist I got no shame<br>I put the flame to your perimeter claim<br>Fuck po-po, I smoke em like cocoa<br>In fronto pronto<br>As I go on to<br>The next order of business<br>I`m sellin crisness over bridges<br>National, unrational, yet everything works out<br>Every hour on the hour, another bag of flour<br>I got the Kryptonite that`ll take away your power<br><br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the...)<br>(Shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> Method Man<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>They wanna put me in a institution<br>For distribution, solution<br>Prostitution - trick<br>D`s wanna seize ki`s, ease off the brick<br>My brother caught a body, but the rap won`t stick<br>They want names, people play games like poker<br>I got the joker and the ace, the smoker in the waist<br>Under fire cook the cocoa to the base<br>Easy money, bee`s honey, sweet, brick city street<br>Cold flip with the whole strip, deep<br>Gettin z`s yet I never sleep<br>I be up, I re-up, and then I transact<br>My man`s packed, I do too<br>So if they don`t shoot you, then I will<br>So you die still<br>Either way I take your breather away<br>So I guess you better leave away<br>This ??? or get the clapper<br>I know how to make muthafuckas scatter<br><br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)<br>(Here come the...)<br>(Shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> Method Man