Place To Be lyrics

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

[Hook: Ruck and Rock]
[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

[Verse 1: Ruck]
Buenos días. You know me as Ruck, el número
Uno papi chulo sticking di*k to your chick culo
Hard to Kill like the white boy Hatcher, snatch an
Emcee off the rap pack for the simple fact he’s wack, yo
What’s the deal? I feel you can’t step to Sean
Wigging out on b*tch-ass n*ggas since Decepticons
(Transform!) The plan’s on, but I wish Mary J. Blige “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 their sh*t wrapped in gauze
Place to be is on my side. Motherf*ck your pride
Lay in the cut with the big Ruck if your monkey ass wanna survive
[Verse 2: 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
Roaming the premises, not minding their businesses
Images up in your melon telling you to jet. You know
If you stay, I give more of y’all chest pains than cigarettes
Bet your bottom dollar, don’t move or swallow
You’re not promised tomorrow, but I promise you I’ll make you holler
(How?) Pop you collar. 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 my target when I fly the coupe, n*gga

[Hook: Ruck and Rock]
[Ruck]
Place to be is on my side, duke, ‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
[Rock]
Yo, place to be is on my side, duke, ‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
[Ruck]
Place to be is on my side, duke, ‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target when I fly the coupe
[Rock]
Place to be is on my side, duke, ‘cause you don’t
Wanna be the target…
[Outro: Ruck and Rock]
Ruck: Yo, b*tch, yo. Son, that n*gga jetted, son. I should clap that n*gga right in his ass. f*ck that
Rock: He a b*tch-ass n*gga
Ruck: That n*gga a b*tch-ass, no doubt. He a b*tch-ass n*gga, man. Oooh sh*t
Ruck: I should clap that n*gga in his ass, man. Word is bond
Rock: Dude got mad sugar in his tank. pus*y
Ruck: This goes for all y’all people, all y’all people that still got the little kid in ‘em, you know. The sugar side of you shredded with wheat biscuits
Rock: Put an ad in the motherf*cking paper. We need some true warriors in here