Mr. Walt - Da Wiggy lyrics

[Ruck] A n***a run sh** like trackmeets, when blacks meet In the back streets, my gat greets n***as that don't recognize my rap sheet The facts be, the Ruck rains like the weather Cuz Rock makes cops throw Glocks down like Heather B., n***as better be ahead of me Trynna flow steadily, ain't even on my pedigree That's my word, b**h-a** n***as is herbs Cuz half of the time, half of they rhymes are absurd I serve, justice, must this, be the answer For my gun to click, terminal like cancer And the answer, Ruck and Rock for a thou' Now how the f** did you come up with that style? Sing songs with six-packs, that's when I smoke seven Sacks of cess, make Ruck bust caps at the reverend So chill chicken, 'fore I choose to chastise, bruise Batter and baptize, b**hes and bums With blood from black eyes, when I slap guys [Rock] Send that guy to Rockness Monsta Stomp ya, split him in half, divide and conquer I want ya [Ruck] To test the irrational inflictor Rock pounds the ground, while Ruck shakes the Richter [Rock] Commence the Rock slide, I'm crushin' ya pride by surprise It be the Bummy Jab, Center for the Fab 5 It's remarkable, like the Little Rascals If I'm being polite, I'm schemin' like Eddie Haskell Don't let me gat you, in half to, bring the wrath, too Don't ask fool, sure, I'll sell you a new a** crack blew And if you think a n***a's co*ky, I dare any ten of you To come and try and stop me, Rock be A champion soldier, "Folger", like coffee Tell em wipe ya mouth was in yo b**h, back up off me Move on please, cause, Sparsky and Dutch might provoke The cops or, choke ya pops, if we smoke alot [Hook 2X: Heltah Skeltah] We don't give a what? Da wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, what? Da wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy --- what? [Ruck] When I flow like the Nile river, that's when I deliver Nuff slugs to ya chest, makin' ya whole body shiver n***as wonder why the irrational God Ruck be flippin'' Like I was Mary Lou Retton, with nines that be wettin' Yo section, when n***as step in my arena, bound to see ya n***a like Ruck, Buckshot's, and catch misdemeanor's I'm similar to none son, that be my stee So flee from ya f**in' face, double jeopardy [Rock] All praise me, Rock, I rule in hip hop Fools'll get dropped, if 'em got the balls To stand when I'm lickin' shots, if not, I got the bright red dots Station, on top of the four-four, to blow ya f**in' face in, Jason Ain't half as scary as the derriere Kicker, mister flipster, "there he is" too late I hit ya If you don't think I make ya block ache The, next time I come through it'll be your jaw that I break a Snake a, get skinned in the wind Shame my Boot Camp name, and Rock must defend Burn your b**h a** with ten nails, in my military jail Make all that diesel sh** you poppin' turn frail Well, like iron, I pumps lead into yo body, punk Or a pump pellet if I got my pump shotty Why these cats always askin', for sh** them not want Get yo sh**, bumped and crippled for months, and don't front f**in' punk --- [Hook 2X]