Soundbombing 2

Yo, yo, reverb<br>Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat<br>Yo, yo, reverb<br>Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat<br>Yo, yo, reverb<br>Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat<br>Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat<br>Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat<br>Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat<br><br>Yo, yo, reverb<br>Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat<br>Yo, yo that`s some, that`s some like, Stanley Kubrick<br>Stanley Kubrick<br><br>The track bouncy, no-body, get more rowdy<br>than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley<br>Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the whole crew<br>Cab Morada, what you gon` do we roll through<br>Fuck that, Big Dirt, the midget face drop `em<br>Bring em to the Port Jeff house stayed on top `em<br>Nobody move this, I don`t give a fuck, we untouched<br>Strictly lust for papers and live life to bust nuts<br>We`re God killers, let`s be realistic;<br>we probably gon` be punished - we fuckin bitches by the 100`s<br>Why me? Wanna fight me? Try me<br>Why these people don`t know me - don`t like me<br>Society, they wanna see me dead I stick out<br>You see me in the public, I probably pull my dick out<br>Smack the fuck out of women, see me knock your bitch out<br>Do somethin tough guy, who the fuck wanna die?<br>Clash of the Titans, broken bottles, bar fight<br>You wanna battle I`ma freestyle you can start writin<br>I can do that, tip the bouncers, make sure we get<br>our gats in the club just in case the action<br>Everybody want it, try to take my title<br>Let`s see, left your chest messy, test me<br>Stanley Kubrick, don`t stress me<br>R.A. the Rugged Man, remember the name - Rugged Man!<br><br>Ride with us (Rug y`know the bitch beater)<br>Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island)<br>Ride with us (Dead broke black people)<br>Ride with us (Dead broke white people)<br>Ride with us (My man Smoothe Da Hustler)<br>Ride with us (Rest in peace Jason Edmands)<br>Ride with us (Gordon Heights, ghostland)<br>Ride with us<br><br>Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged.. *echoes*<br>Now think about this, who diss us? Suffolk County<br>cops frisk us, they handcuffs never fit us<br>Our wrists turn purple, that`s why we act vicious<br>Plus if we die tomorrow, won`t nobody miss us<br>Get half a page in The Source maybe, if that<br>It`s a whole town of people actin shady, where I live at<br>We spit lyrically releasin, you don`t stop<br>Ain`t nobody ceasin til your heartbeat stop beatin, bring it<br>You know where to find me; actin like you lookin for me<br>You saw me you walked right by me<br>A true test, the Rugged Man, the tru-est<br>The most violent, in the U.S., we see you stressed<br>Now take it easy, Fat Man greasy, sloppy<br>Peace to Khadafi, I`ma do this<br>They tried to stop me, way back in nine-four<br>You look into my future, I`ma probably die for it<br>We proud to be the lowest, low life losers<br>We flip your car over like Long Island steroid abusers<br>When they `roid ragin, white boy caning<br>Let me do some explain, misbehaving<br>Rugged Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven<br>The Ten Commandments, we constantly disobeyin<br><br>Ride with us (Dirty crusty asses)<br>Ride with us (The whole Infamous Mobb)<br>Ride with us (My main man Akinyele)<br>Ride with us (The whole white trash nation)<br>Ride with us (All the Stony Brook kids)<br>Ride with us (All the Port Jeff kids)<br>Ride with us (My man Ev Casuchi)<br>Ride with us (Capital of Crime Lords)<br>Ride with us (Miguel the cop in the house)<br>Ride with us (Sho` nuff, Dave Greenberg)<br>Ride with us (All the starvin artists)<br>Ride with us (All the starvin artists)<br>Ride with us (All the starvin artists)<br>Ride with us (Rugged *echoes*)