[Intro: Rock and Ruck]
Rock: Yo, yo, come here, man. Come over here, duke
Ruck: Come here, come here. Get your shit over here, man
Rock: No, yo, stand over here, stand over here
Ruck: Get the fuck 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 dick 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 bitch-ass n***as since Decepticons
(Transform!) The plan’s on, but I wish Mary J. Blige “Remind Me”
Take my hoodie off, n***a, I can’t see behind me
Why these guys chose to defy laws of the
Most High. Most guys get their shit wrapped in gauze
Place to be is on my side. Motherfuck 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
Shit 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***a

[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, bitch, yo. Son, that n***a jetted, son. I should clap that n***a right in his ass. Fuck that
Rock: He a bitch-ass n***a
Ruck: That n***a a bitch-ass, no doubt. He a bitch-ass n***a, man. Oooh shit
Ruck: I should clap that n***a in his ass, man. Word is bond
Rock: Dude got mad sugar in his tank. Pussy
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 motherfucking paper. We need some true warriors in here