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Place To Be, lyric by Heltah Skeltah

from the songs album Nocturnal


[rock] yo, yo come here man, come over here duke
[ruck] get your shit over here man
[rock] no, yo stand over here, stand over here
[ruck] get the fuck over here man
[rock] place to be, nah duke, come over here this where it's at duke

Chorus:

[ruck] place to be is on my side duke
Cause you don't wanna be the target when i fly the coupe
[rock] nah! place to be is on my side duke
Cause you don't wanna be the target when i fly the coupe

[ruck]
Buenos dias
You know me as
Ruck-l numero uno
Popey chuno stickin dick to yo chick coolo
Hard to kill like the white boy had to snatch a mc off the rap back
For the simple fact he's wack so what's the deal?
I feel you can't step to sean
Wiggin out on bitch ass nigga's since decepticons (transform!)
The plan's on but i wish mary j. blidge remind me
Take my hoodie off nigga i can't see behind me
Why these guys chose to defy laws
Of the most high most guys get they shit wrapped in gauze
Place to be is on my side
Motherfuck ya pride, lay undercover from big ruck
If ya monkey ass wanna survive

[rock]
Yo and if you think that's hectic it gets worse when rock's up in it
So somebody tell the fat lady she's up in five minutes
Shit is almost finished right after i take care of witnesses
Roamin the primises not mindin they businesses
And bitches up in yo melon tellin you to jet
You know if you stay
I might give you some chest pains like cigarretes
Bet ya bottom dollar don't move or swaller
You not promised tommorow but i promise you i'll make ya holler
Pop you coller
Bone stone's the way that i stalk in my zone
You can roam just don't get caught
Place to be is on my side duke
Cause you don't wanna be the target when i fly the coupe
Nigga

Chorus 1.5x

[ruck] yo bitch yo son that nigga jetted son
(both laughing)
[both] he a bitch nigga
[rock] bitch ass nigga man ooohh shit dude got mad sugar in his tank
Pussy
[ruck] this is for all y'all people, all y'all people
That still got the little kid in 'em you know
[rock] put a ad in the motherfuckin paper we need
Some true warriors in here

(chorus fades out)


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