Yo, yo, reverb

Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat

Yo, yo, reverb

Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat

Yo, yo, reverb

Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat

Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat

Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat

Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat



Yo, yo, reverb

Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline cat

Yo, yo that's some, that's some like, Stanley Kubrick

Stanley Kubrick



The track bouncy, no-body, get more rowdy

than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley

Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the whole crew

Cab Morada, what you gon' do we roll through

Fuck that, Big Dirt, the midget face drop 'em

Bring em to the Port Jeff house stayed on top 'em

Nobody move this, I don't give a fuck, we untouched

Strictly lust for papers and live life to bust nuts

We're God killers, let's be realistic;

we probably gon' be punished - we fuckin bitches by the 100's

Why me?  Wanna fight me?  Try me

Why these people don't know me - don't like me

Society, they wanna see me dead I stick out

You see me in the public, I probably pull my dick out

Smack the fuck out of women, see me knock your bitch out

Do somethin tough guy, who the fuck wanna die?

Clash of the Titans, broken bottles, bar fight

You wanna battle I'ma freestyle you can start writin

I can do that, tip the bouncers, make sure we get

our gats in the club just in case the action

Everybody want it, try to take my title

Let's see, left your chest messy, test me

Stanley Kubrick, don't stress me

R.A. the Rugged Man, remember the name - Rugged Man!



Ride with us (Rug y'know the bitch beater)

Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island)

Ride with us (Dead broke black people)

Ride with us (Dead broke white people)

Ride with us (My man Smoothe Da Hustler)

Ride with us (Rest in peace Jason Edmands)

Ride with us (Gordon Heights, ghostland)

Ride with us



Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged.. *echoes*

Now think about this, who diss us?  Suffolk County

cops frisk us, they handcuffs never fit us

Our wrists turn purple, that's why we act vicious

Plus if we die tomorrow, won't nobody miss us

Get half a page in The Source maybe, if that

It's a whole town of people actin shady, where I live at

We spit lyrically releasin, you don't stop

Ain't nobody ceasin til your heartbeat stop beatin, bring it

You know where to find me; actin like you lookin for me

You saw me you walked right by me

A true test, the Rugged Man, the tru-est

The most violent, in the U.S., we see you stressed

Now take it easy, Fat Man greasy, sloppy

Peace to Khadafi, I'ma do this

They tried to stop me, way back in nine-four

You look into my future, I'ma probably die for it

We proud to be the lowest, low life losers

We flip your car over like Long Island steroid abusers

When they 'roid ragin, white boy caning

Let me do some explain, misbehaving

Rugged Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven

The Ten Commandments, we constantly disobeyin



Ride with us (Dirty crusty asses)

Ride with us (The whole Infamous Mobb)

Ride with us (My main man Akinyele)

Ride with us (The whole white trash nation)

Ride with us (All the Stony Brook kids)

Ride with us (All the Port Jeff kids)

Ride with us (My man Ev Casuchi)

Ride with us (Capital of Crime Lords)

Ride with us (Miguel the cop in the house)

Ride with us (Sho' nuff, Dave Greenberg)

Ride with us (All the starvin artists)

Ride with us (All the starvin artists)

Ride with us (All the starvin artists)

Ride with us (Rugged *echoes*)