Place To Be

[Intro: Ruck and Rock]
Yo, yo come here man, come over here duke
Get your sh*t over here man
No, yo stand over here, stand over here
Get the f*ck over here man
Place to be, nah duke, come over here this where it's at duke

[Chorus: Ruck and Rock]
Place to be is on my side duke
Cause you don't wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
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 EL Numero uno
Papi chulo stickin di*ks to yo chick culo
Hard to kill like the White boy Hatcher
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 b*tch ass n*gga's since Decepticons (Transform!)
The plan's on but I wish Mary J. Blidge remind me
Take my hoodie off n*gga I can't see behind me
Why these guys chose to defy laws
Of the most high most guys get they sh*t wrapped in gauze
Place to be is on my side
Motherf*ck ya pride, lay undercover from big Ruck
If ya monkey ass wanna survive

[Rock]
Yo any set that's hectic it gets worse when Rock's up in it
So somebody tell the fat lady she's up in five minutes
sh*t is almost finished right after I take care of witnesses
Roamin the primises not mindin they businesses
Images 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
n*gga

[Chorus: Ruck and Rock]
Place to be is on my side duke
Cause you don't wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
Nah! Place to be is on my side duke
Cause you don't wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
Place to be is on my side duke
Cause you don't wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
Nah! Place to be is on my side duke
Cause you don't wanna be the target when I fly the coupe

[Outro: Ruck and Rock]
Yo b*tch yo son that n*gga jetted son
(Both laughing)
He a b*tch n*gga
b*tch ass n*gga man ooohh sh*t dude got mad sugar in his tank
pus*y
This is for all y'all people, all y'all people
That still got the little kid in 'em you know
Put a ad in the motherf*ckin paper we need
Some true warriors in here

(Chorus fades out)