"War Ruckas" lyrics
Elcamino & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
(feat. King Ralph & Havoc)
Come on king with the war ruckus
I'm more focused on the block where the poor and brokest niggas got no duckets
Still clutching that metal, young and scoring the most buckets
Hit the clutch, put the pedal to the floor and get ghost fuck it
No foreigns, just fiend buckets, no choppers, it's you and me chopping it up
Popping the jubilee, this one for my grandpapa, Bootsy and Robilee
Keep the gun in my pants, screw loose, so don't bother me
I properly get dealt with in real time
On sight, on guard, broad daylight nigga
With and without the squad
But I just wanna keep the peace, but gotta keep the peace
Closely, you don't wanna approach me
Cool nigga in the back with the strap and the newspaper
Never sweat the little beef, my niggas are too major
The slugger leave a crater in your chest
When it blows like a meteor, it's aiming at your best
I do this for my brother, kill a black in the heavens
Always gonna shine like a pair of new 11s
Never gonna prosper, when you plan to phone a weapon
I'm 11 steps ahead of you, I keep these niggas guessing
Ten toes down, our guards is up
You let yours down, shooting the ball to dust
When it goes down, ain't no calming us
Cause when you on top, they wanna hot you up
Nothing much King, tryna make it happen Jack
This remind me of the old days, let me take it back
Like back to my old ways, let me make it crack
Back to the old stove days, leave the table scratched
Before we had whole chickens, it was just table scraps
Watching antenna until uncle put the gable back
I'm bringing braids back, these niggas tight around the wave cap
If you wanna be a bitch, just say that, you hear the lick, say that
Shit, let me take them way back, to when everybody knew where I stayed at
But not the opps, ran the whole block shit
Ran it up, and I did it bigger than my pops did
Now it's me, cause big and Pac dead
Just picture me pulling up in that drop head
On these rock heads, I'm the reason these niggas blocked head
I broke his whole leg, that's what the cops said
Good with that
I'm more focused on the block where the poor and brokest niggas got no duckets
Still clutching that metal, young and scoring the most buckets
Hit the clutch, put the pedal to the floor and get ghost fuck it
No foreigns, just fiend buckets, no choppers, it's you and me chopping it up
Popping the jubilee, this one for my grandpapa, Bootsy and Robilee
Keep the gun in my pants, screw loose, so don't bother me
I properly get dealt with in real time
On sight, on guard, broad daylight nigga
With and without the squad
But I just wanna keep the peace, but gotta keep the peace
Closely, you don't wanna approach me
Cool nigga in the back with the strap and the newspaper
Never sweat the little beef, my niggas are too major
The slugger leave a crater in your chest
When it blows like a meteor, it's aiming at your best
I do this for my brother, kill a black in the heavens
Always gonna shine like a pair of new 11s
Never gonna prosper, when you plan to phone a weapon
I'm 11 steps ahead of you, I keep these niggas guessing
Ten toes down, our guards is up
You let yours down, shooting the ball to dust
When it goes down, ain't no calming us
Cause when you on top, they wanna hot you up
Nothing much King, tryna make it happen Jack
This remind me of the old days, let me take it back
Like back to my old ways, let me make it crack
Back to the old stove days, leave the table scratched
Before we had whole chickens, it was just table scraps
Watching antenna until uncle put the gable back
I'm bringing braids back, these niggas tight around the wave cap
If you wanna be a bitch, just say that, you hear the lick, say that
Shit, let me take them way back, to when everybody knew where I stayed at
But not the opps, ran the whole block shit
Ran it up, and I did it bigger than my pops did
Now it's me, cause big and Pac dead
Just picture me pulling up in that drop head
On these rock heads, I'm the reason these niggas blocked head
I broke his whole leg, that's what the cops said
Good with that
