Rza - Duc Lo lyrics

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Rza - Duc Lo lyrics

[Intro: Doc Doom] Yeah, yeah, yeah Ya'll n***as duck low n***as ain't playing no more Yeah Duck low, n***a It's going down Round for round n***a Hit the ground Yeah Duck low When them guns blow Flaming your way n***a It's real out here, yeah [Chorus 2X: Doc Doom] Duck low when the guns blow Cause bullets don't have no name Anybody can get it Everybody is fair game When the guns flame your way You better duck low Duck low When the guns blow Duck low Duck low When the guns blow Bullets don't have no name Anybody can get it Everybody is fair game When the guns flame your way You better duck low Duck low When the guns blow Duck low [Doc Doom] Duck low when the guns blow Cause n***as out here? Ain't scrapping no more They'd rather put a tag on your toe n***as go to war With tech's and calico's "K's", and fo'fo's Four-fifths and nines like Pull up slow Where them fools go Right there A gun can be a n***a's worst nightmare Quite scared My brother RU got shot I was right there Like damn Somebody call a f**ing ambulance Ya'll see My brother bleeding bad Call a f**ing ambulance Cause gunplay All day In the streets of L.A From sun up to sun down n***as be letting off rounds Layin' fools down co*k and lock the whole block down And won't stop spitting Til they drop a few of you clowns Gunnin' you down Just because you run with them clowns So blame it on your hood Cause they got you in some sh** now So expected These Cali streets is so reckless Treacherous And I suggest you don't test [Chorus 2X] Duck low when the guns blow Cause bullets don't have no name Anybody can get it Everybody is fair game When the guns flame your way You better duck low Duck low when the guns blow Duck low Duck low when the guns blow Cause bullets don't have no name Anybody can get it Everybody is fair game When the guns flame your way You better duck low Duck low When the guns blow Duck low [Doc Doom] My whole team is ghetto street thugs Who'd rather bust slugs We young guns Straight from the slums Label us hoodlums Ghetto Romantics Will leave you slanted So don't test me Or with my team Cause infered beams Can make the whole scene Turn messy My sign says Money and weed Houses and phat whips Loungin on the sands of Jamaica With a fly b**h With wide hips My nine's my sidekick Ready to die for this Brigade that I claim Black Knights; We verbal terrorists Cherish this Like old ancient arts In museums Black Knights West Coast k**a Bee n***as Move like Koreans From Per Diem Jam packed coliseums With blazin' portrait Double time to rhyme So the plan goes accordingly Triple platinum And some change Not far from border range Hustling runs deep in my veins My father's sold c**aine 'n***a' Damn shame We got to live like this My Father sold c**aine [Chorus 2X] Duck low when the guns blow Cause bullets don't have no name Anybody can get it Everybody is fair game When the guns flame your way You better Duck low Duck low When the guns blow Duck low Duck low When the guns blow Cause bullets don't have no name Anybody can get it Everybody is fair game When the guns flame your way You better Duck low Duck low When the guns blow Duck low

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