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(feat. DonRocko, BummyFlyJab, Alkatraz)
[Intro: Sean Price (Rock)] Damn... you miss me? I miss you, too I know it's been a while... But I got plans for you... But first thing I plan on doing... Is fucking smacking your head off You stupid bitch, fuck I look like R&B singer? Huh? It's fucking gorilla rap right here, nigga Heltah Skeltah, you punk bitch (There these niggas go with that rugga retarded shit again B-C-C, excuse me while I get my N.W.A. on for a song Yeah! Magnum Force in this muthafucka! Black Mafia for life Down with some real niggaz for life! Ha hah Aiyo, yo, Jamon, tell them niggas what we here for... Well all rite ya'll, N.Y.C., Brownsville East, New Rulers, all across the muthafucking U.S.A. They know I walk through the valley of the real, nigga I should fear no man and no muthafucking clan Cause I done been through the mountain top And I done see through the eyes of a real nigga Hit me one time Alkatraz Aiyo they make some of the coolest shit I done never heard! Yeah BummyFlyJab, I must give it up To the Boot Camp muthafucking gorillas Some of the realest, the realest niggas you gone ever see You understand? We fear no mob Because you scared, man, you scared, man, you scared! You don't understand, you making two words, you make 'em say You scared, man, buck buck buck, keep Babylon on the run, shit Bringing forth Heltah Skeltah!) [Rock:] You ask for it, who want beef? Well you got it! It's poppin', we locking and loading, and, you drop it Pop lock and drop it, them niggaz from the Grimeyville Ain't nobody fighting fair, throw ya fucking mom down a flight of stairs So let the D.I.R.T. doing begin It's truly "DA BEGINNING OF DA END" for you and your mens It's hot, we cooking "APE FOOD" up in "HELLZ KITCHEN" Son ain't feeling your heat neither, can't you tell, we "TWINZ" This ain't crunk, not hypthy, not snap Not screw, not pop, not quite boom bap It's rugga, "SMACK MUZIK", bang ya head music Niggas with "WMD's" bang ya lead to it Peep "THE ART OF DISRESPEKINAZATION", niggas be "SO DAMN TUFF" But then they be snitching, "THAT'S INCREDIBLE" ain't it? It's "INSANE", I see how niggas "RUCK N ROLL" Don't flip hoes, that's bad luck, I split ya fucking dome Everybody do a little bit of "D.I.R.T." Dude just a hater, snatch you up ya little sister shirt Give yo bitch ass lashes til ya back for my belt Til it welt pump, "EVERYTHING IS HELTAH SKELTAH" |
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| 2. |
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Intro: rock
Punk ass niggaz man Niggaz don't know man I better let all their brainz blo nigga Man listen Chorus: Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin Let it begin let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin Verse one: rock, ruck Aiyyo run for your gunz me and dutch coming through Rock ruck you and you crew f**k the boys in blue This be bucktown around these grounds they don't roam 'cause we send em home with trays of slugs in they dome Blown out the frame by the rock, mr. flipster Shit's heltah skeltah, where's the inflixter Right by your side with my eyes on the posse I see duke and red he said he wanna drop me Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap skits Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel (f**k him) Two to his cheek 'cause he weak so's his jaw Nigga played the cell frontin like he hard to the core More I hear pussy talk more I wan flip See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels Tool's cocked it ain't april 1st but I'm breakin fool When punk niggaz test rock it's like touchin live wire Catch a shock to your knot From a glock that I pop, you don't want it with the rock Better duck dumbf**ks you're out of luck You got caught by the ruck First of all, niggaz don't know jack, my flow's fat So far, my gat splat at niggaz who claim that my shit's wack You don't know I thought you knew it Too late bitch you blew it Now i'ma bang your shit up like I was lennox lewis One, two, three four five Six seven eight niggaz'll shit where's my nine Mil I drill fine skills into your mental Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherf**ker Might lose his life, 'cause I'm trife in the night Chorus 1/2 Verse two: ruck, rock What's the deal nigga? set it off in the dark I spark marks when the big ruck flips the ark The raw rapper jaw tapper ruckus kick it wicked Keep it real my click roll thick like acidics Plus, I be there like jackson, breakin your backs and Askin, who want more, that's when my fat spins So chump chill 'fore my pump kill You wanna ill still ruck knock out your front grill The lyrical whatevah, 'cause whatevah is lyrical I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps You yappin bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets bitch This nigga ruck is f**kin crazier than ten niggaz I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz So what? ? pussy bring it on Word is bond, sean got songs that's mad strong (so bring it on) Chorus Verse three: rock Man listen, another nigga bluffin Punk f**k discussion, when you see me get to snuffin You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break Yeah my timberlands make everything from your head to your north lake ache So take your monkey ass to the rear Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle What duke I lay more niggaz flat out on they back than a slug do Who knows what you, seem to be I didn't gas you But you can keep it movin 'fore I beat your gassed ass You punk bastard, you could get the gat quick Or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the chapstik Or a fat dick and that's it Heltah skeltah, lettin the brainz blo and that's if we Chorus 1/2 Outro: rock Ahh, let the, madness begin Let the brainz blo if you grin Let the madness begin, let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin Let the madness begin Let it begin, let the brainz blo if you grin Let the madness begin let the madness begin Let the madness begin to let the brainz blo if you grin We let the madness begin We let the brainz blo if you grin Make way for the dreads and the pros 'cause we let the brainz blo Punk-ass... |
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| 3. |
| 4:15 |
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(Rock) Undastand
(Ruck) Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand (Rock) The war's with everything outside your door, undastand (Ruck) He be R-O, I be R-U, undastand (both) It can happen to you Verse One: Ruck Heltah Skeltah start stormin Ya up for dreamin it's mornin, I'm warnin People who jeal my name ring bells like a doorman A warrant, for the arrest of a militant menace Who serve heads like tennis with words that diminish bust the scrimmage, I call the high post play Dish off to the center fo' da quick lay Slay, anybody come in my lane Gets blown out the frame by the Flipster and lames, look Who is this gettin swift with this pugilist equipped with the lyrical gift to flip scripts People duck sick (what?) don't wanna touch with that ruff (shit) that Ruck kick, break boys bones like Roy Jones decoys roam, but they can't mess with my people Hey you stepped to the Ruckus recognize that I be lethal My gats spits at wack (niggaz) blacks get, tactics Make it hard for any infiltrator to attack this (both) Undastand (Rock) Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand (Ruck) The war's with everything outside your door, undastand (Rock) I be R-O, he be R-U, undastand (both) It can happen to you (Rock) Undastand (Ruck) Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand (Rock) The war's with everything outside your door, undastand (Ruck) He be R-O, I be R-U, undastand (both) It can happen to you Verse Two: Rock I really think I oughta tell ya, before I have to belt ya I make (shit) so hot boy the heat might even swelter or melt ya, I nailed ya, (nigga) tried to yell but he felt the shell now in hell wondering who's Heltah Skeltah Sparsky and Dutch, Ruck and, Rock see We gets buckWILD on your block and harass the cops No diggy, my head's hot, scream loud and clear Watch the red dot, move a muscle boy you bed' not See the last two figures they can't describe me Military Punisher Rock M.P. Watch, the, nine millimeter brain better You won't be beefin and your heart won't be beatin either Either you're real or I hate you I break you like glass *shatters* the bullet brings it to dat ass Bastard, you talk faster, my gun buck faster I jet, faster the next L sparked (Rock) Undastand (Ruck) Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand (Rock) The war's with everything outside your door, undastand (Ruck) He be R-O, I be R-U, undastand (both) It can happen to you Verse Three: Ruck, Rock Undastand in the midst of utter confusion I got sumpin for stars Frontin in cars and bars when I lace you with my gym star Recognize real never the rap that's rungy But my (pow) make yo' (shit) snap like bungee Once we, unite, like I'm Martin Luther I'm startin to shoot the people messin wit my future So who's the, wiggy that wanna test me and address me Just to try an impress me them people come and stress me Undastand, to be the man ain't even the plan But stand in my way and get crushed under sand So guard your backs, or matter fact guard your naps on down til we U, click your heels times and ahh I'm at the door bringin war to your town It's the Rock, now you gotta Get Away like Bobby Brown I get down, punk gets pounded like fractions Worlds get blown when Ruck and Rock start overreactin (Rock) Undastand (Ruck) Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand (Rock) The war's with everything outside your door, undastand (Ruck) He be R-O, I be R-U, undastand (both) It can happen to you (Ruck) Undastand (Rock) Heltah Skeltah only mean war, undastand (Ruck) The war's with everything outside your door, undastand (Rock) I be R-O, he be R-U, undastand (both) It can happen to you (Rock) Undastand, or you catch the back hand or the Timberland Undastand, undastand or your catch the back hand or the Timberland Undastand, or you catch the back hand Timberland, or the back hand if you don't undastand Undastand, undastand, undastand... Heltah Skeltah (Undastand) Original Gunn Clapazz (Undastand) Cocoa Brovaz a.k.a. Smif-N-Wessun (Undastand) Representativez forever representin (Undastand) Duck Down Entaprisez, niggaz set to recognize this (Undastand) Return of the B.D.I. |
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| 4:19 |
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Chorus:
I'm not sure anymore more Who is knocking at my door door All the people that I knew Acted funny when big ruck got some loot But they can't see b, let my parabellum fly fly Cause I be God decipher devine vine And a nigga can't test me an' mine mine If you wanna come feel it, nigga come but twice (ruck) Some say sean price is, nice-is on mic devices Pack more power which make me more mightier than isis Try this, that's when the ruck shakes the rictor Inflictsta bring pain my aim is to rip ya Picture you tryin to break through my path My eight blasts all you f**kin snakes in the grass Went to hell with angel dust,plus I bust the devils lungs With lyrics that come from tip of the tongue now you sprung Sean sparks like john starks in the fourth quarter Oughta meet my peeps, thats deeper than the tora Unforgettable like nat king, Louieville chill because my motherf**king slap stings This track brings, the average career to a halt It ins't my fault you fell victim to my verbal assault If I had dollars for every nigga who dared to battle me on microphones, I'd f**k around and be a millionaire (illa noyz) Chump starts it From the dark resubmerge, I splurge on herbs with verbs and the usage of my words Them beats is swollen off of trees and colon Then, lyrical functions I flow like trees through broadway junctions See punks get bent on constant Consistently When d-r-u-g blesses them s-t-c Gods wnen black don't slack Never cut slack They been back to the wack Snatch off like jack Shit is, actual and factual That my mental blast fools, it reacts like a gun tool Mental releases peices of no, Makin yo brains blow Got pros that froze like sub-zero and flows I jams like the master shoot my lyrics like j The emcee's run from my house I don't play On that days to display dismay blow away To play movie celebrities you done away like fay Chorus (ruck) Word is bon jovi, niggas don't know me Hoes blow me show me affection for constant erection My direction is pistols pointed at niggas on bristol Who thought it was fun to pull guns and issue my dismissal But you can't handle this, Cause I get scandalous when cannabis enters my system which makes me More odd than tony randal bitch Due to circumstances and lyrical advances 'nother man die, why, cause of my verbal enhancements Transmit advances over my mental highway I say what I wanna, smoke marijuana Gonna hit you with a verse so nigga nurse your f**kin wounds Boom in my system keep me in time with tune Chorus |
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| 5:23 |
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| 7. |
| 4:32 |
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Intro: ruck
*snoring* Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping) Bring in his chart (the doctor will see you now) How you doin, let's see what we have here My name is dr. killpatient And I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic Verse one: rock, ruck All i, seem to, think about is violence It doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent It's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so Or am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self So I look deep into the mind of a crook Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks Aww damn, again goes this shit i Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me Before I blow my motherf**kin top g See that leather sofa over there? yeah Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that I think that, we should start with the session uh-huh But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh Have you been touched the wrong way? nah Involved in gun play yeah The town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know? Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit Get specific an stop f**kin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze Yes you do duke I can tell 'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money Brummy jazz only married to jawana And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna Just trying to get into your head Pardon the way I treat you Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man F**k the mystery duke tell me your history You're pissin me off Plus the time keep on clippin see Chorus: I need a doctor to give me some therapy I need a doctor to check my, my brain Verse two: rock, ruck As I think back, to the nineties That's when life got extra grimy Multiplied with a fleet behind me Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner (now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here That's when I flipped out and became a plane That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name (one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some I bend some (did you have any legal source of income? ) I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago They want you to work for them peanuts now Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh) Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation Were chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me So I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy Chorus Verse three: ruck Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion You lose when you fall victim to evil ways I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays Take two of these and if you have a problem at all I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond Chorus This is my number, yaknowhati'msayin 4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind Chorus But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic Bootcampian champion Chorus The undisputed, with theraputic Bootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy Chorus: *until fades* |
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| 2:45 |
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(Rock) Yo, yo come here man, come over here duke
(Ruck) 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 Chorus: (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 (Ruck) Buenos Dias You know me as Ruck-L Numero uno Popey chuno stickin dick to yo chick coolo Hard to kill like the white boy had to 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 bitch ass nigga's since Decepticons (Transform!) The plan's on but I wish Mary J. Blidge remind me Take my hoodie off nigga I can't see behind me Why these guys chose to defy laws Of the most high most guys get they shit wrapped in gauze Place to be is on my side Motherfuck ya pride, lay undercover from big Ruck If ya monkey ass wanna survive (Rock) Yo and if you think 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 Roamin the primises not mindin they businesses And bitches 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 Nigga Chorus 1.5X (Ruck) Yo bitch yo son that nigga jetted son (Both laughing) (Both) He a bitch nigga (Rock) Bitch ass nigga man ooohh shit dude got mad sugar in his tank Pussy (Ruck) This is for all y'all people, all y'all people that still got the little kid in 'em you know (Rock) put a ad in the motherfuckin paper we need some true warriors in here (Chorus fades out) |
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| 3:40 |
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Straight from the under, I make niggaz wonder
Why, I tap jaws, rock black eyes See I, know nothing about things I be doing Lives I ruin, in this here shit we pursuing My parabellum means swelling, cerebellum when we dwelling The Caucasoids, you void, my niggaz rebellin' Who in the hell ever, said you can dwell whether Or not, I sever your knot, with the shots so whatever I What, you don't wanna battle me, battle me, that'll be The day my whole posse rushes your monkey ass like Cato G True warrior, conquerer, takin' flights, yo Watch a nugget, I love it when niggaz on sight Will all true warriors in the house say, "I" Say, "I", if you not scared to die You can look a nightmare square in the eye, say, "I" Soldiers gone psyco, why? I be your boot camp, veteran, faggots know better than To test me, see I gets nasty like hedicin' So who say, not me or Ruck gon' be Saddam Boy, you moms should of warned you about a walking time bomb I breaks arms and legs and straight up I bend that ass So semi in that Henny, and we punk for me to bash 'em Then ask Ruck, the irrational, here to bash a few To, after who, you, whose your face to crack the brew Then laugh at you, what's the, matter, dudes Walking through my avenue, flappin' about You wanna battle, dude, have a capitol That'll do that ass a little justice Don't fuck with the mothafuckin' Rock and the Ruckness Will all true warriors in the house say, "I" Say, "I", if you not scared to die You can look a nightmare square in the eye, say, "I" Soldiers gone psycho, why? So all true warriors in the house say "I" If you scared to die, then punk, don't reply The year born copper, I sworn to devour The injustice crush the ones who are cowards, so act like it can't happen Act like the Originoo Gunn's don't be Clappin' When the bitch ruckus reacting I slap fools, relax with tools in my presence 'Cause that ain't shit, because your murder is the essence So who wanna come test this champion sound? Can't go underground, with the lyrics that pound Profound is the way that I talk, plus Muthafuckin' stoned is the way of my walk, what Your jaw's up for grabs, beef, I'm bringin' Swingin', right to left, side, gets wrecked You think I'ma ass, money, don't hold ya breath Let's, take this move, the dungeon to darkness When guns bark, it's war for real, kid, don't start this Rockness, Monsta, stomp ya, braids in Never changing, forever face rearrangin' Your gamin', the game, kid, you know that shit don't work So bring ya game here and get ya stupid ass hurt No under dirt, we won't lay that, don't say jack I can get ya back sprayed, or ya face smacked And my black Smif-N-Wessun, that'll show me foldin' Now who want come and test the champion, boot camp'ion' soldier Will all true warriors in the house say, "I" Say, "I", if you not scared to die You can look a nightmare square in the eye, say, "I" Soldiers gone psycho, why? Will all true warriors in the house say, "I" Say, "I", if you not scared to die You can look a nightmare square in the eye, say, "I" Soldiers gone psycho, why? |
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| 4:20 |
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(ruck whispering)
Oooh... astonishing! (rock, (repz)) Uh-ha! what do we have here? Caught up in the center (we equal emcee squared) The square, every corner locked down Four corners, take position, four soldiers Every where ya turn there's one, boy (chorus: rock, (repz)) We be triple r rated, but we form a square (we equal emcce squared) Ruck and rock, representativz, ya worst nightmare (we equal emcee squared) Yo, when push came to shove, then I pushed and shoved (we equal emcee squared) Slugs in that nigga's mouth, when he show us no love (we equal emcee squared) (supreme) Check it, styles surrounds to pound emcee's Testin we, gets grooved in three As in the triple r, my troups get biz by far Supreme steams through ya team and leaves scars We formed the square, now there's nowhere to turn to Burn through crews wit troups that's nocturnal Writin my journal, my first mission Shittin on these faggot emcees, this industry's in submission (rock) Yo, who's the square there squared wit the back bender? I beat blood out of ya number one contender The representativz are, sent to ya drama While I sneak up behind ya to put space in ya back like a comma Time to battle, escape? how? trapped in four corners Plus the walls or closin in on ya Like that karate instructor in that bart simpson commercial I hurt ya, by droppin bombs, god's universal (lidu rock) Niggaz be actin sweet like ladies and if they try and play me Lidu rock will come through at wet ya block like the navy Display mine, on point, god, the square keep Label me as the nigga that smoked the grym reaper Undercover like a campian wearin sneakers Great ya wit a boot to ya face, then see ya Off out on the range, beware of my terrain Four levels of pain, you got caught, so who's to blame? (ruck) Man the battle station, as I plan to rattle a nation Rock, lidu rock and supreme, the team you be facin My mind's place in, between a rock and a hard place But the god's safe, rocks my man in the heart place and y'all gay We triple r, cripple y'all, get ya crutches Sparsky and dutch is, rockin mad domes, causin ruckus Who give a f**k if ya nice, ya get mangled and mashed Like dope fiends dyin off a ten, goin hash (chorus) (lidu rock) We be triple r rated, but we form a square Tranform like decept's into a cubic shape and dare Anyone to test this, I done roll wit the best fish That sam wit the sharks, against crews that mad me restless I bet this, here energy, you'll blow the vencinity And blast motha f**kas who approach me like the enemy I'm simply holdin my angle down, jack So if ya self-defence is war, then I suggest you attack (ruck) Aiyyo, we equal emcee squared, dare tempt me Empty shells, now ya layin where playas and pimps be On microphones wit hyper tones That's when I swipe ya bones wit knife and chromes See, I'm r rated, pa' hated when I made it In ya rap game, 'cause ya plane's been invaded I laced it like sneakers and funny cigarettes Niggaz get wet from flows they ass couldn't figure yet (supreme) Make way for the bum rush, niggaz get touched Ya think ya tough, bring in the drama, if ya crew's rough What? for motha f**ks up in ya visual Deliver blows to foes in my peripheral My ill subliminal attack pety individuals Tired of cliches, these days who come original? Like criminals, and you get bust and such Test my triple r rated and get crushed to dust (rock) Yo, we blew through the door, I said it before You asked for it, who want beef? while here's war! We two emcee's squared, equal four rated triple r Leave you pretty boy playas scared, trapped in cars When will you pirahnas learn? Bitin my shit, larry, you fish burn Here in the square, where you runnin, g? You rather be trapped in a lion's den wit pork chop draws, then front on me (chorus x2) (rock) Make way... *various indistinct talk* |
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| 4:12 |
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(feat. Da Rockness Monstas)
[Ruck] A nigga run shit like trackmeets, when black meets In the back streets, my gat greets Niggaz that don't recognize my rap sheet The facts be, the Ruck rains like the weather Cuz Rock makes cops throw glocks down like Heather B., niggaz better be ahead of me Trynna flow steadily, ain't even on my pedigree That's my word to Jazz, niggaz is herbs Cuz half of the time, half of they rhymes are absurd I serve, justice, must this, be the answer For my gun to click, terminal like cancer And the answer, Ruck and Rock for a thou' Now how the fuck did you come up with that style? Sing songs with six-packs, that's when I smoke seven Sacks of cess, make Ruck bust caps at the reverend So chill chicken, before I choose to castize you Battered and baptized, bitches and bums With blood from black eyes, when I slap guys [Rock] Send that guy to Rockness Monsta Stomp ya, split him in half, divide and conquer I want ya [Ruck] To test the irrational inflictor Rock pounds the ground, while Ruck shakes the Richter [Rock] It's the Rock slide, I'm crushin' ya block by suprise It be the Bummy Jab, and the fortune Fab 5 Bitch, ah, remarkable, like the Little Rascals If I'm being polite, I'm schemin' like Eddie Haskall Don't let me gat you, in half to, bring the wrath, too Don't ask fool, sure, I'll sell you a new ass crack blew And if you think a nigga's cocky, I dare any ten of you To come and try and stop me, rock me A champion soldier, "Folger", like coffee Tell a wife ya mouth was in yo bitch, back up off me Move on please, cuz sparks get ya done, might provoke The cops or, choke ya pops, if we smoke alot [Chorus x2: Heltah Skeltah] We don't give a what? Da wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, what? Da wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy - what? [Ruck] When I flow like the Nile river, that's when I deliver Nuff slugs to ya chest, makin' ya whole body shiver Niggaz wonder why the irrational God Ruck be slippin' Like I was buried in Rettin with nines that be wettin' Yo section, when niggaz step in my arena, bound to see ya Nigga like Ruck, Buckshot's, and catch misdemeanor's I'm similar to none son, that be my stee So flee from ya fuckin' face, double jeopardy [Rock] All praise me, Rock, I move in hip hop Fools'll get rocked, if I got the balls To stand when I'm lickin' shots, if not, I got the bright red dots Station, on top of the four-four, to blow ya fuckin' face in, Jason Ain't half as scary as the derriere Kicker, mister flipster, various to late I hit ya, if you don't think I make ya block ache The, next time I come through it'll be you Joe That I break a, snake a, pigskin in the wind Chant my Boot Camp name, and Rock must defend Burn the bitch ass with ten nails, in my military jail Make all that diesel shit you poppin' turn frail What, like I can, I pumps lead into yo body, punk Or a punk pellet, too, I got my pump shotty Why these cats always askin', for shit them not want The jokes you bump, is crippled for months, and don't front Fuckin' punk - [Chorus x2] |
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Yes
The name of this shit here is Leflour Leflah Eshkoshka The Fab 5 (Chorus: Rock) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y'all (vest y'all) and check yo chest y'all (chest y'all) (Verse One: Strang, Rock, Louisville) Ay curumba Strang gun clappa number one on tha set man I cut ya like lumber still play the back in my thundergear down to my underwear make all you motherfuckers wonder where I come from, cuz motherfuck Dapper Dan I'm a gun clappa fan plus I run rappers stand Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot Dru Ha gets the paper Black Moon still gets the props Eh yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K send MC's to me in squads of three say Rockness Monsta, is he for real? It can't be See him in action as he transform that man's me Enemies ain't Kotter, ain't no Welcome Back in my home or knots get blown like cordless slots and payphones Phone home or Return like Jedi I bet I can without lai give yo' stupid ass a red eye Me nah like niggaz who cant see pass a likkle bit of light you come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight And 6 feet deep is where you sleep eternally restin in peace you felt relief Now big up to all my true headz in the East Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat You best ta believe that Fab 5 got my back (got my back) It's like dat (Verse Two: Ruck, Louisville) I control the masses, wit metaphors thats massive Don't ask if the nigga Ruckest bash shit like Cassius I'm drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flippin Cuz herbs jus be shittin off the words I be kickin I scold you, double headed swords for the petty but I told you, bitch niggaz that Headz Aint Ready Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are fuckin wit the Ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew It's the Originoo Gun Clappa two Rushin through, three on three you can't see we Cuz we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp Jus got amped so I took em out for a dance Bigga triggas fallin down Like the bridges of London, but ain't too many niggaz runnin (Chorus) (Verse Three: Rock (Louisville)) Aiyyo why oh why did I need cappucino Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino (We 3 amigos) Sparsky and Dutch we bring mo' drama than what? (A primetime NBC TV show) (Headz don't know and damn sure ain't ready) (Niggas walk the street wit more Boop than Betty) Shit'll get heavy (back of the tree now surrender) (My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender) Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center Like Rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter (O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission from backup) Yeah (Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up) Act up (Folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough) (Pepto-Bismol before this nigga let go) He said go what you do grew screwed I blew through two crews who claim they got funk maybe true cuz they doo-doo (Verse Four: Ruck, Strang (Top Dawg)) Everybody framed, ain't nobody yappin no more I've evidence on your click so y'all niggaz hit the floor With that mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters to take away your stripe, you fucked up tonight You don't do right you're gwan get dead to spite Our click foundation stays thick through the war I'm keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the door It's a shame how these MC's are wannabees front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please) ease off selecta Strangle wrecks ya plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector (So what you gonna do when you stuck at thirty-two) (degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these) (now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle) (then I will make niggaz Beat It and Scream just like Michael) So how many corny MC's gwan try when Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July (Nobody) Why? (Cuz everybody gets bodies my brother) (I smother a nigga then Ruck bounce like rubber) Step to tha stage set the microphone on fire Yo desires, they call me siah cuz I'm flyer Live like wires, beast from the East who is he When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy (Chorus x2) |
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Who we be?
We be the b double o - t - c - a -m - p ( x3 ) I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned dome And analyse, who to tear through, I dare you Devils that try to ban me that dare would be bare proof Who's he? stalking the streets when there's no life Eyes glow like tiko night glows, we's in flight But it don't glow like, wack, the glow's phat And it be the only glow that lemme know where a true warrior be at Ogc, gunn clappa, number 2 Louieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew Back, smack, a few of you till your ears ring Duke I smack 'em with the bat. why? So my hands don't sting I bring rec in this game, and don't shit change I inflicts pain like a stressed brain having a migraine Heads talk trash, walk in paths like anorexic Patients, laced up, overdosed in the exits And see, hears, these dumb, blind rappers Who don't know the meaning of the originoo gunn clappaz Many phrases, many ways you can explain this Put on some rough, tough shit, huh, I'll make you famous So, step don't stare, dare cross this path beware Representativz and foul play out the rear (out the rear) Chorus: We see in the dark like an owl Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl Out to eliminate those who live foul Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl Creep stalking, we, coughing, Burgling, make me wonder why I'm not sleep walking Peeps talking, I hear 'em as I walk by, but they all die I'm fortified with the 45 F**k it! let me proceed with the mission No need for intermission, I need trees in my system Cut down through mart, then I head for brisk in park With my p 'n' c, for some yard to spark No need to get hyper, I see, c, cypher Power on the corner f**king with my niggers, every hour I devour, niggers who wanna test me and defy me It might be giuliani or the illuminati But I be, writing plans of attack in my journal So, ruck, rock, ville sluggah remains nocturnal Seeing through sheisty shit, shining like I'm solar Penetrate through darkness bounce like I'm sonar Chorus: We been found less an organised ways to buckwild Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl Spread the word, 29 million square miles Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl One clik, stomping on the path, that's so hard Ain't no smiling, we up against the odds like phil collins Meanwhile, I still be wilding, but only smarter (what? ) Peep me the irrational and the quiet riot starter Pardon this, I see you're not the sharpest pencil in the box No where near a match, you get smashed by a rock I done seen 3 dollar bills and you faker And you wonder why I hate ya A snake'll get snatched by his tail, slammed on his head Give me some panda thread (? ? ) the cobra command the dead Ban the red W - hypen b - u recognise! heltah skeltah digs them and not you Outro: Damn, ? ? trials Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl We live nocturnal in the ninety-now Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl In the concretes streets of bucktown Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl Don't let your name show up next on my foul (file) Daytime's used to plot schemes for the night prowl |
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[Background] "I see the horizon the Grate Unknown"
[Ruck] I'm telling you man cut it out Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange Conversation with these mortals not to play games For real behind every great Ruck theres a Rock The Rockness Monsta.....Dutch [Rockness Monsta] Yo its the Rockness not Rock live Then again I'm Rock when I'm live But I'm not fat then again my shit is so fat Fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!) Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile You get with the pawn, in one arms I don't fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah shit God bitch ass rappers, and P I'll trap ya, then like a federal case I'll crack ya word to my man Don Rulla, I'll cold beat your crew up If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler Click Click...Booya!! [Chorus x2] [Rock] If you don't know like I know Then act like you know, like I know [Rock:] (I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta) [Ruck:] ('Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather) [Background] "The Grate Unknown" [Verse Two] I turn this upside down, clown Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya don't understand Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin' Like a fouled line Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally Tally up all the throats, the strangler hold choke That all the riots that my brother Ruck is provoked, don't like my style So I don't give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find Me standing with my blackjack, with the Smith and Wessun on my side smoke Another gat [Ruck:] (Some Illa Noyz be the act for the attack) Fuck you street fighter, front if you wanna get hyper I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker Yo representatives light up another ? Spliff, while I dip, by the way (smack) big up to the ill bitch [Chorus x4] (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya, ? ) (Never changin', forever face rearangin') (You asked for it who want beef so here's war) [Background x4 :] I see the horizon the Grate Unknown [Ruck] We will, we will Rock you [Verse Three] Question (What) Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!) Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!) Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!) Niggaz soft as burger buns (What!What!) Front man shit, spit On the grave of the weak, when I speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak I'm in a inner state of, inner mind Which inner twines, with my inner body now I'm energizes Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen Order b-cheese be sweatin' ,no shorties only gettin' green BLING! the sound then ? ghost, gone, me and Sean Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need I go on you damn right I'm foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck) Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah's here Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock No regular man survive that ? , from the age of stone To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known [Chorus x4] [Rock:] (Military Punisher Rock MP) (Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville) (Scar on my face but I'm not Al Pacino) (Run for your guns me and self comin' through, Heltah Skeltah) [Ruck] We will, We will [Rock] We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you.. [Ruck] Beats more western mom do ? From the land of the darkness Heltah Skeltah....We will, We will rock You...Word is Born [Background 8x] "I see the horizon the Grate Unknown" |
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