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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (m) ohhhh oh (f)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (c) ohhhh oh Ohh-eh-ohh, (ma-ma-ma-ma-magnum force) ohhhh oh Ohh-eh-ohh, (for life) ohhhh oh (representativz) Alright it's, time to show these niggaz who's the nicest Lyrics incisive, I grip the mic like a vice grip Cooler than ice, what? cream flows is priceless Angels of death, nigga watch yo' step cause you might slip I, stay with the hype shit but that's just me The elohim, motherf**ker I rip this shit for free Stick and flee so my stee' can remain low key, supreme Steam through your team, yeah y'all fools know me I'm triple r rated, I push these herbs to the pavement To put it in terms for laymen, this nigga ain't playin I'm sayin, I blow up spots with no delayin I slay men then I'm parlayin For all y'all niggaz poppin shit watch your step f**k the talkin Little rock on the motherf**kin scene get to walkin Guns is steady barkin, at them cats who lack Actin like my mac won't spit holes through your ac' Or your lex land', you sets man far from lethal This representative will rip ass like desert eagles F**k a sequel, angel of death peep how I greet you Leave you for dead and let the savage niggaz eat you (rock) Yo boy don't never, test m.f.c. this ain't no classroom I blast whomever you better get or catch an ass wound I'm pissed like a bathroom, come test the center, what? I f**k your whole starting five and your bench up, yo F**k what you been through and the troubles on your mental Test maldu and you'll get, sent through a window Gut up like ginsus, or technic 1200's Bitch niggaz scared, I hear the bubbles in your stomach Waitin for your bowels to move, cause you doodoo Bent up like you od'd off ex-lax and yoohoo I blew through two crews, talkin they garbage Claimin they funky? maybe true cause you don't wash * ohh-eh-ohh's repeat in background while starang talks * (starang wondah) M.f.c.! starang wondah no relation to stevie Word is bon jovi up in here Heltah skeltah, doin it like this Hardcore, what's the deal word up (hardcore) Hardcore, far more than the average Niggaz tried to bust but they gats get embarassed Sayin that I'm small and belong in a carriage (sayin what somebody else say) what is niggaz, parrots? (starang) Word up, my m.f.c. niggaz won't have it, ya hate me? Cause I roll with dots, smokin spliffs under the a.c. Niggaz be fakin, pullin they guns out they holsters Keep my shit right by my dick like I'm supposed to New starang, I been this way ever since eshkoshkah Since my niggaz chillin on the roof on the poster (hardcore) Wanna see me, only way you do that is on tv (it's hardcore) starang wondah no relation to stevie (ruck) Aiyyo I'm tall sean, I got rid of the afro That shit played out like leather jackets with them tassels Plus I splash those assholes who don't know no better Personal vendetta on this great hunt for cheddar Don't never, let me catch you actin stupid I'll clap you Slap you silly until he realize who's wrathful Hate to make you an example duke but I have to Represent for my click leave that bitch stiff like a statue Caught between the rock and the ruck, it seems you trapped duke F**kin with them dirty ass niggaz, go take a bath duke Half-dead, wonderin how the f**k did ruck trap you My man hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you (doc holiday) Doc holiday, o.k. corral, my click be wild Like the muslims gettin ass in the pit, that shit be foul If your shorty strut her ass past me, I got to growl Watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow It's doc, alone with my glock, nice to meet ya If there's doubts, the cleaner blows out, then i'ma see ya I be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea Explain the pain I see on your face, or face the fears Chick here, these groupies from somethin be on my bumper If shorty cock her ass in the air, then I gotta hump her Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config God crack your arm leg a leg a arm, and your head Motherf**ker (ruck) For real, this is beautiful Word is bond Heltah skeltah (rock) Can we get it? can we get it? Ohh-eh-ohh, ohhhh oh (repeat 4x) (rock) B.c.c., m.f.c., triple r Fab 5 all that shit bwoy Horseman, boss men, word is bond Drag you off men We ain't bullshittin, huh My little nigga hardcore in the house Nigga like four foot two Smack the shit out of you and your crew The f**k you wanna do? |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
Haayyoahhh! ahhh..
Intro/chorus: rock Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Whether you hate us or you show us love No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse one: method Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother Respect mine like my baby mother I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal Not everyone can shine and make a meal So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head For all them f**kheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life On the edge nigga.. one time for your f**kin-ass mind 'cause-o, can you deal? Chorus: rock Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Heads on lockdown and those on the run No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse two: ruck Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I f**k you up I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut What the f**k? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin Affect with the motherf**kin grimy style Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse three: rock Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey.. hehe Hold that thought for a minute And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken F**k batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Cause ain't nobody safe motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Same shit |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(rock)
Yo word up man Word up man, it's a lot of niggaz out there Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit I know we magnum force, and all of that We run with o.g.c.'s n shit We'll f**k your ass up too, word up Bummy jab, mr. perfect, equals perfect jab Word is bond This whole shit's played, like jordache and sassoon Sue me it's time, that y'all ass out like baboons Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled (supreme) Batten down the hatches, I mastered this flow I crafted Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this (rock) We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come When I get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who Get hurt next, suplexin all of you ? (supreme) You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy When I get hyper, I burn that ass like all types of lye (rock) Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em (supreme) Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement I stay flossin, you bring your crew I bring the four-fifths (rock) Known to jab, cause I move like a rook straight at cha And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler Stagger a devil sayin, "go the f**k back to africa" (supreme) It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last) I break dudes in half (half) Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math (call em perfect) I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this (that boy bad, that boy bad!) But now we out to bring em back terror, I'm bout cheddar (hah!) they call me mr. perfect Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o) You couldn't weather my endeavor, I'm too clever Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better And if you creep up (what? ) prepare to meet the grim reaper Appearin in your nightmares, f**kin your sleep up (rock) Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola Own a pager, bonus how I call the paper, you make all the dough But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you know what? I may just take you over, my wager's To get your face or your nose bloodied, what? The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't f**k around Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up I hate ya Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah (supreme) I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like I'm goin off (rock) You f**kin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab Motherf**kers! Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the f**k out All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up Hah, this is the perfect jab F**k with this boy you better curse your dad Hah, this is the perfect jab Step to this boy you better curse your dad Don't be f**kin with this here, perfect jab You better curse your dad Worst luck you ever had Times that times four, triple that like r's And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there Word is bon jovi, heh We will f**k you up, word up M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!! * various talk fades into skit * |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(Erykah)"I'm a test this out on y'all right quick. Now keep in mind that I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit. (ha ha ha) Sistahs how yall doin. Brothaz yall alright"
"Lets See How Ya'll Groove to this" "Alright" I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin' See Everytime you come around You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes See I've been having this on my mind For a long time I just want it to be You and me Like It used to be, Baby But ya don't know how to act So matter of fact (Chorus) I think ya better call Tyrone (Call Him) And Tell him come on, Help you get your Shit (Come On, Come on) You need to Call Tyrone (Call Him) And tell him I said come on Now everytime I ask you for a little cash You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass Oh, Well hold up Listen partna I ain't no cheap thrill Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real And you know the deal Everytime we go somewhere I gotta reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboys way And sometimes your cousin's way They don't never have to pay Don't have no cars Hang around in bars Try to hang around with stars Like Badu I'm gon' tell you the truth Show and prove or get the boot I think ya better, (Erykah Badu-He, he he) (Call Him) And tell him come on Help you get your shit You need to call Tyrone (Call Him) (Erykah Badu)"Hold On" But ya can't use my phone |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
[ruck]
Fuck you bitch, word up It ain't all about you, huh? Trying to make shit happen, fuck you Aiyyo we fight every night, now that's not kosher I reminisce with bliss, before eshkoshkah We was closer, later on you was supposed ta Be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks Every day it get worse, than the day before Maybe you're, actin too, immature Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door.. Ahh, motherfuck you Playin, youknowhati'msayin? The fuck I look like huh? One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh? You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means And mean what he say When I say I'm lookin at the door bitch I'm obvious Straight up and down The fuck I look like to you huh what? And when you wit your friends I slide to the side Until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God cipher divine When i, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came To an understanding that you underhanded and lame I should play some stuck-up rapper role And get foul everytime you lose control But that's not my order of operation Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta B so I can't c you in my future And I don't think that I can take it anymore Y'all know the rest.. the four-four [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Fuck is the deal, huh? You know what I'm workin with, I gotta tie my shit to my knee Fuck, my shit ain't good, what? The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch? My friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay Dipped with the flyest chick from the b.k. But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray So every night to the most high a nigga pray That me and my shorty make it to another day If not fuck it ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way But hey I can't front it was good while it lasted Until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit Some left field shit that a nigga can't call But all in all, I had a ball I guess it's better to have loved, and to have lost Than to never have love at all [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Youse a fuckin miserable bitch Man that's my word is bond you always want me around the shit Misery love company man but you know what? I'm gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that I ain't gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh? Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man Fuckin heltah skeltah me and rock yaknahmean? Motherfuckin my brother illa-noyz, man fuck you word up Plus I got motherfuckin ? , knahmean? Motherfuckin uhh, mike stew' Singin what he singin, doin what he doin [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze... (repeat both stanzas to end) |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(feat. Doc Holiday, Starang Wondah)
[Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] Word Up [Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] They ain't gotta like us fuck them son [Starang] Starang, forever like Wu-Tang, my crew brings drama Hangin your ass upside-down by ya shoe strings Smoke tell em how we doin this Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness (Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been missin you) Last year ATL we almost got physical I can't talk now read about it in the interview (While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and three stitches I was still gettin bitches in the tunnel takin pictures In the mazda listenin to Kris 'I Got Next' I wanted "Hot Sex" so I ran and got the Lex (aiyyo) [Rock] Aiyyo shit goes down Time to throw down show up this a showdown So down low now I'm low down Hold down the fort now wit a fo' pound Blow down ya whole town first go round Yo smile'll quickly be switched bitch and you'll frown When I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word Shut the fuck up probably cryin hold down Tired of punk asses takin shit for a joke Now watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door (POW) Act like you know now We could be so foul shake your hand run up in ya bitch no doubt [Chorus:] I ain't havin that [x4] Shit yo game be asses I got two passes to the Baja Ah ha then turn into night we fuck Yo cars superthug privelage I ain't got to brag because I did it Run before the rap when I was scrappin On these motherfuckin mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin I ain't got to front I make it happen Strictly snappin necks, strictly macs and techs Head all night overdeuce deuce the feds [Rock] Yo matter fact here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin First of all there wont be no more talkin out yo ass man I ain't havin no back stabbin I ain't havin shit Run yo mouth you get smacked in it (Why) Why? why? Why ask why say goodbye to mister nice guy say hi to the bad guy Four horsemen head the magnum force man rip you get lit the fuck up (Speeed) Like a spliff of human torch man this shit scorchin Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin Bitin my shit a make your teeth hurt Word is bond - jovi B you wildin My dick dont stay out my high stop ridin (My Diiick) Son niggaz tryin ta beat me in the head wit gats fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Run up in the piece think you gone dead that fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) U.S. marshalls at my crib tryin ta take me back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) We could take it ol school at 3 meet me in the back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) [Ruck] Yo, yo.. "where ya at?" To all my peoples Henessey passed off Give a toast to my whole MFC While you clowns waitin Ruck is shakin the foundation Wit some groundbreakin shit that'll leave the town thinking When I cock back my pistol drop back and whistle For my niggas to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude We miss you stick a niggas roll and his fool clique I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull SHHHH [Doc Holiday] U.S. marshall and your little wittle when left is caught up on my pillow Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread you fuckin fag MFC keep it cookin (Keep it cookin) We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central brooklyn Rock pick the lock Ruck bust the sha sha Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door (Now we blow the spot) Armed and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash (We ain't havin that) I ain't havin that [x5] [Ruck] You dont got no wins in mi casa My shit's proper you still suckin my kielbasa From hilshire I still fire from helicopters Watch the birdie I heard him tell the tale to the coppers Clock ya comin from the precinct singin operas Met you at ya crib from the blind side I dropped ya Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa Yo live niggaz on the wall write that smoke crack fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Yo ya smack me and I smack you back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Ya'll niggaz think ya'll gone come around here flashin' track fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) And if you niggaz owe me dough besta get my trap fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) [Starang] Son you know they can't stand me Cuz my crew pack heat like Miami Ran for these rappaz outside of the Grammy's They be killin me how they willingly be grillin me Cuz they shorty wop just be feelin' me Could it be, my name, or my big gold chain Now when we in the airport on our way to soul train I got niggaz on the west coast (WEST SIIIIDE) That meet me at the airport carryin weed in they trenchcoats In business class eatin french toast and coffee Tell the stewartess to back up off me we on ya'll Warned ya, but ya'll still couldn't wait for the all-time great William H. word up And if ya call and I'm not home then you can call me back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Son don't fuck her raw here's a jimmy hat fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Here's a tic-tac your breath smell like ass crack fuck that (Wooooo) [Starang:] And when you know, that when your MFC, your MFC for life 98 shit, Willam H. 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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(rock)
Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here And the real from there And make it mo' better like blues everywhere Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro (ruck) F**king global, f**king domination in this rap shit (rock) Word is bon jovi.. Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke? No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms Snatch up your hoe, f**k her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing (ruck) What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love But if it ain't f**k it I'm forced to release these slugs Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die News fly fast as f**k on how ruckus done bruised guys Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit" Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis (rock) Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year From the city of long beach to my home brownsville Cause real recognize real everytime for real (daz) Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town? Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound? My style break blocks corners avenues and drives It's about time to mash in, it's a ride Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention As I come through, for you and your crew It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless To step to this, we in effect we dangerous Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit) Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit) (kurupt) Life without money, that's like breathing with no air Prepare, there's no love in warfare Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas cage And get served, front and center stage I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers And get penetrated, telekinetic superior Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p. (rock) We in the house, even when we outdoors We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me So say oh, you love the real shit frequently Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherf**kers You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me? (ruck) At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me (daz) Now who, wants to be a real dope mc Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g Swervin all through your f**kin town And layin punk motherf**kers down, hah! (kurupt) Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not That's facin a blizzard in a f**kin tanktop I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice Who could it be comin through in all blue? Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top principal Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin I lay the cards on the table, take a pick The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters Runnin through camps like walter payton I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes Motherf**ker (daz) Yeah, and that's how we do it Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound Runnin this motherf**ker Yeah! |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
Intro/chorus: all together
This goes out to my magnum force When we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, f**k alla y'all (ruck) Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random shit But can you get, with the nigga tall sean manuscript Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some cpr See we are the illest niggaz out that's on your tv pah So when you greet me pah, better have your f**kin shit straight Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake You fishcake, whatever the f**k ruck dictate The shit great, higher than shows made by rick lake You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be f**kin with International irrational beat got you ruckus bitch Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin shit Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin shit Chorus (rustee jux) When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls V.o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin Easin the agony, postponin the misery Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop Regulatin, livest motherf**kers on this side Bitches dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes Chorus (rock) Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up You see me? don't say shit like pink panther You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers Get knocked the f**k out by dr. david banner Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, God damn ya You niggaz make me sick as cancer, I slam ya Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom ? again now they got front, I slap cats at random Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm handsome But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer Chorus (representativz) Aiyyo I'm movin through this life shit with the only fam I got My triple r rated niggaz steady blowin up spots You think not it's little rock we bust shots at your car And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars This shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin All that panickin'll get your shit ran up in I can't stand it when mc's get caught ramblin Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips So when we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume The straight, dead position when my lead go boom Embeddin this tune, all into your f**kin doom We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome My rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my thugs on ? Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin The repz baby, time for action, action * "what's" uttered by various bccers * Chorus 2x (rock) Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air Say, "f**k y'all niggaz, we don't care!" Word is bon jov', oh oh We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh Niggaz think they f**kin with my magnum force Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, f**k alla y'all Hehehehe, see Slogan is made of force be with me Not our fault You can't f**k with that? f**k you all Word is bon jov'.. |
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[Ruck]
Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEE Yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond Word up, M-F-C Hah, word up, yeah, yeah Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him Yo, niggaz is pipsqueaks, thinkin shit's sweet I come discrete, turn your ass into mincemeat Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline with the bassline kick and snare, Duke I make your click aware So please God, never say jack shit to Sean P before I launch three shots directly at your army Word is bond, we be on some shit to the two-thou Loose mouth niggaz catch a hole in they goosedown Down, down, down-down, down-down-down, down Down, down, down, down-down, down-down Down-town, jumped off the train on Ebbets Walkin down the street, bump into my nigga Kevin Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your ass in the Seven You still bustin motherfuckin shots at the reverand? Hell no I replied, elbows was applied til his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside Oh shit yo whassup whassup Yo son, yo, OH-oahh! *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* Fuck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question Fuck that, don't ask no questions in my shit Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up Yo fuck them, yo fuck you Fuck that cat, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE *THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ* *RECOGNIZE, MOTHERFUCKER* *USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A FUCKIN HATRACK* *PUNK MOTHERFUCKERS, WORD UP* *M-F-C, FOR LIFE!* |
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(Ruck)
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me * repeat 2X * "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Rock) To all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm still the same Won't let the game change me, I'm trying to change the game This shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Timbs or hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- fuck ya! You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players Fuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers At the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is They tell you Rock, tellin me, "Don't act no fool" "You heard of scotch on the rocks?" I make the whole shit cool But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin Deep rollin heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Rock) M.F.C.!! Hey hey, that's my partner Price man The whole industry's against him and me Like thugs are to death penalties but we got the remedy for all that punk shit One clip up in the macra make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth Alcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap shit Got locked behind bars, fluck the actin All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies Stay forever rowdy, niggaz It's Your World like Bobby Rob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese when it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin Reppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin Whylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them Before I'm out the door big up my Outlaw niggaz My hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" * repeat 2X * (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps We sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap You better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone I doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the Ruckus without fun Aiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a nigga clout son Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son Without them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me "Are you fuckin my sister man?" when that bitch Butch like Cassidy HELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro His man yelled, "Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats, we all black" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped I saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place Just a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace The worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up Fuck up my rap product and back to crack narcotics The moral of this story is -- there is no moral God Just my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't like us youse a fraud, motherfucker (Rock) Word up Straight like that Fuck one of y'all niggaz up "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" (what, uh-huh, see you in hell motherfucker) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) The game change.. but fuck y'all "Hardcore, far more than the average" Still in there, word up Heltah Skeltah what the fuck (Rock) Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a Walkman on you with no motherfuckin frequency, nigga "Hardcore, far more than the average" Dip your ass in honey "Hardcore, far more than the average" and then just get the flies to ? you motherfucker You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of bitches "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Ruck) Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit |
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* 22 seconds of skit before lyrics *
(ruck) Aiyyo I'm sean price, I'm six foot one Dark skinned, stocky build, with a big gun Six sons on the ones with the lump sums Stick guns, get funds, make your chick run My chick done said she like the way I toke blunts Drink liquor write scriptures and my gold fronts Plus the way my pants hang make her wonder how My baggy jeans stay up, baby I'm well endowed See it's all, I know you wasn't expectin that Or figure ruck messin with chicks makin executive trap They get better than that, she don't care who I bomb Long as I treat her right and bring my black ass home (rock) Hehehehehehe, look at shorty right there * whistling * I'm baggin that son Hey, the name is alban baby, but call me what you wanna Nowhere near, I blew up some call me rockness monstah I'm the, heathen you was warned about by your momma That'll never love you as much as I love my marijuana Hang out from sundown to sun up, startin a ton of drama With thugs, snake me one time they will harm ya Still you goodie-goodie chicks be all attracted to my karma Let's be friends some other time right now I'm tryin to get behind ya She responded, she better stop listenin to momma Love my rugged steez and my whole aura was the bomber Asked to see my scar and taxed it, felt my six pack then asked If she could drink it, blew my grill before I hit that Hehehehehe (ruck) Stroh's? all that then? C'mon man, that ain't no good girl What's wrong with you man? (rock) Is you stupid? That is a good girl bwoyy! (ruck) I know I got a good woman, on my team I used to have five chicken and I tricked mad cream But the first one I met yo she was actin wack And the second one got dissed cause she was smokin smack But the third was a herb, you could tell that she's On some bull, cause she flipped when she smelled my weed But the fourth one, heard the pj's looked mean Got with the fifth chick, because she couldn't clean (rock) My question is, why do nice chicks love rugged dudes? The whole thought puzzles me, I'm just glad they do They got they own little -- "i like these upside down 304's" Silly rabbit -- tricks give up all they do Not i, hell nah yo, check my track record, bravo Don't eat coochie shorty understand I'm too macho Daytime act like saints -- but they can't fool me G the freak come out of them at night like we whodini Hehehehehe, "the freaks come out at night" (ruck) Tell you somethin about freaks dog, yaknahmean? Sup, shorty, yo, word up son I met shorty on the ave son Right there by white castle Word she talkin bout 40 dollars son I was like man, I gave her two dollars right and I said "yo, you take one ? right, and brush your teeth first" Hahahaha, yaknahmsayin after she did that (rock) Man you stupid man, get out of here, get out of here, yo Big up to all my black fonzirelliz in the house First of all me, big sexy, alban d'traz My man sean peeeee, he a black fonzirelli My man wiliam h, definitely a black fonzirelli Knahmean? benjamin grand, black man he get the girl Black fonzirelli are these days, knahmean? Black fonzirelli get the ass (no he ain't!) He do I'm sayin, he do what he do son, knowhati'msayin? The black fonzirelli.. |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(feat. Doc Holiday, The Outlawz)
[Intro:] [Voice] Hahaha Yeah, Heltah Skeltah (Outlawz) Outlawz Doc MFC, almighty Ruck, yeah, yeah [Verse 1:] [Ruck] I spit the vocab (vocab) While most fags, go rap No paths and brags about they bitch coach back Don't play it in the cup, ready to blast and twist Any Nigga who be takin' I'm a pacifist Yo ass can diss Told you couldn't last to this When you ask of the force of the Magnum, bitch You drastic (You drastic) Hastic about the car Smack 'em up with the heater Give 'em (?scips?) and scars (give 'em (?scips?) and scars) I'm hatin' y'all Niggas try to disrespect Techniques, next week I will disconnect Your fuckin' head of your shoulder When the dread come below the Bombastic, pullin' bad chips from his hoster Natural addict with lyrics on your transistor On your radio takin' no shit about the inflister Knew that nigga slapped on Me so I crapped on (?The ab, it's the mack, with more barry than steffon?) Yes y'all (yes y'all, hahahahahaha) Who the best in the indusphere Ain't it the same Nigga that disagree than shook 'em here (shook 'em here) Vinagar, I be puttin' motherfuckers plenty fear In the heart of these bitch ass nigga with my steady chair (steady chair) [Chorus:] Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C,-A-M-P Who we be? We be the O-U-T-L-A,-W-Z [Verse 2: Rock, Young Noble] [Rock] Livin' this hell like the Skeltah Who can I trust [Young Noble] Move emotionless Puffin' this vibe we got among us [Rock] I'm sick of Niggas livin' legal So we got some Outlawz [Young Noble] Push the Southpole [Rock] Mad Niggas don't get pushed in the Southpole (in the Southpole) [Young Noble] I got y'all Snatchin' guilty tactics cause you're ashtray [Rock] Straight up faggots My Mag spin to make a Nigga backwards [Young Noble] Attack shit like a full blooded pimp for sins [Rock] With them aimed at your (?) [Young Noble] Named man with a vengance unless you lay for a thinkin' [Rock] Now I get so stupid, Niggas couldn't complete for a (?) [Young Noble] We livin' Every single day at full speed, full breed, thugs be [Rock] Fuck with this, you bleed (you bleed) Now we're keepin' best act boy at Alcatraz [Young Noble] Out for cash [Rock] Moreno brought it down blast [Young Noble] Oringal done clock niggas, fuck these rap niggas [Rock] (?) [Young Noble] What they need is all together All my thugs is to perform If you ain't down for applause [Rock] You can get the fuck off [Young Noble] See them all at the strong And get paid and move on If you ain't down for applause [Rock] You can get the fuck off [Young Noble] Captured by the snitch Suddenly the people fall Y'all ain't down for applause [Rock] You can get the fuck off [Young Noble] Any down way Check the lord, I made it to the mall Livin' strong and get it on [Rock] You can get the fuck off [Verse 3:] [Storm] (?)in the aim in Situation made him Took his last step Crooked came watch his life end Bury 'em, In the game of who's applause Heltah Skeltah made it on Till them thug nation Outlawz Follow course If you ain't free ya fall Hit 'em up while my squad (?) Fuck 'em all Say Napolean stay strong Steady eyes, perfect shot You got a 9 in the scrimmage I got a 9, hollow back Just to fuck on some playback shit When y'all can cock You make enemies for what And I ain't stoppin' till you die Shit is hot like the weed spot on Amsterdam Consume your made man, Before your whole plans gotta be revenge Ah no dance to this Let your homie be ya witness Another life as long as Michelle Mind of the instend Thug, so it is to see Washed in the blood I bleed Cause the real war shit is movin' fast [Verse 4: Napolean, Doc Holiday] [Napolean] We Operating Under Thug Lawz As Warriorz Doc Holiday let's stock 'em up They get in the line so fuck 'em up They talk to much, but don't wanna bust [Doc Holiday] Yo Napolean, why these niggas trippin' Greedy bad boy made 'em slippin' We in Cali (?) [Napolean] We make it side to side Ain't doin' it right For my poor dad Bitch all my life [Doc Holiday] And the true life These true gods Stick you up like (?) These partners And MC Outlawz his highness [Napolean] When these sneakers behind us Best stress out to find us [Doc Holiday] Who,ho mind yourself And your help Damage when I get the belt [Napolean] When your bailed (?) Fuck your belt [Doc Holiday] I let you jam [Napolean] Life's a bitch [Doc Holiday] Never then [Napolean] Never leave no evidence [Doc Holiday] Confident, take you fore them presidents [Outro:] [Rock] Outlawz [Young Noble] We ain't to steal [Rock] Forever ride [Young Noble] Why not? [Rock] Mad as fuck Cause I can get the Niggas out for your pride [Young Noble] While I'm Young Noble I represent for my young soldiers [Rock] No doubt we cabbin' to tore shit And all shit is over [Voice of intro] Outlawz Heltah Skeltah Doc Holiday Almighty Motherfuckers What what [Ruck] Nigga, you don't like what the fuck you heard So you can get the fuck off Slugs And Makaveli rest in peace Makaveli the Don Killa Kadafi thug in peace [Chorus till fade] |
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(feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Ruck] Aiyo, I never lie, rhymes is knives ready to sever guys Never try, that nigga Ruck is a fuckin' better fly Identify yourself, walkin' in my perimeter I get rid of ya, with two shots from the dillinger Bruce Willin' ta, try to step to Tall Sean, I wet you, that's my word to my nephew Donte, word is bond, listen to what the Gods say Grew up the hard way, wearin' nat clothes from hallways But now the Gods say, get that high when the tron blaze With bum bitches that run tricks like fuckin' card games -- I shouldn't listen to what my mom say Police squads, they can harass me, never can harm me [Chorus: Rock] Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard You hold the weight of the planet, it's your job, you God Hold your head, boy, I know the shit's still bad Hold your head, boy, you know a nigga got your back [Ruck] You gotta hold on, God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'mma try I can't like, I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died Can't decide right from wrong, nights too long Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean It's like you'll never gone till, you know that I go to the doctor for advice, he keep givin' me prozac That's so wack, the only thing that Sean deserve Is some weed, money and pussy, to calm my nerve - [Rock] Here, here, levitate on this son, what the hell When the going gets tough? The tough puff l's It's a known fact, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger Think I'mma let you quit you, dead wrong, bwoy I know shit's bezerk, shit is crazy, got me holdin' heat again Just came home, fightin' with police, again Son, they testin' me, but never let them get the best of me I ain't even do shit, plus I been stashed the weapon, see The whole world a broke fool, it ain't cool That's why in the ninety-now, the rules are 'fuck the rules' Feel like I'm psychic, watchin' all the shit, I dream again Make me wish I never dream, let the madness begin [Chorus] [Anthony Hamilton] Hold your head up, high Keep ya face to the sky Things are gonna get better After all that Hold your head up, high Don't let life get you down We're always go together I promise, we'll make it by I promise, we'll make it by |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
[thunderfoot]
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My magnum force practice operation: lockdown And don't you clowns ever forget it The other half'll feel my brother's wrath, that we break through And always been the type to take you there like ? warren staples? Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not [illa noyz] I set it off on a mission like the sentinel 'cause I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate Too late to run and turn to rev. run Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you Doin like I should do, bringin noyz to my acquittal [steele] Wit no discrepency, I rip mc wit no referee Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, I'll attack an mc Spittin like I emptied the m-1 from the m-p Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing Tackling the majority, bomb with authority More than minority, s-t got seniority Rhymin since knowledge and quality wit college degree (kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend) [doc holiday] Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot reps who whip ass Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that d-o-c stay shittin Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted [lidu rock] Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area Act up, my mfc niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the f**k y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies F**k sellin trees man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got I hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot It's lidu rock [rock] Many think I ain't got it in me, 'cause I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm skinny But I'll f**k you up like henny and remmy ? if any of trash? , we'll I'll scream "gimme" To any who make it hard to get away like tim or penny Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ? it cracks? And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals That's how my gats be Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the bummy jab wreak He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight heltah skeltah I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her So don't f**k wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead I'll bend your body like craftmatic adjustable bed F**k what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o And stop f**kin askin me why ruck cut his dreads It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at In a jet black, expedition fishin to get some get back (kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend) [rustee jux] My militant mind's impervious to submission Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division Killa cartel-n-mfc in collision The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission I stomps through the crack slums of mother medina Push weed to stack funds for my mother dina Rustee jux-man, brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin [supreme] Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the Art, who's the next on my chart to mark You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low Rollin black in the back of the fat ex-p-o [tek] Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum In the gat cabin, tek we make it happen You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin Straight extorted, like an irs audit You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it? See you came home frolic, but you show fake love Like the feds try to get close and lay down bugs Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay Didn't know niggas got desert e's and pk's [starang] Me and my crew ride up and down st. james like a pack of great danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up) We ain't connecticut, ain't even sweatin it Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle For your seven-forty beamer, wit your shorty kima in it If you platinum you can drive me through manhattan while I hit it Everywhere I go, I let em know starang's the shit Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit William h. is the name, mfc's the click Y'all niggas takin us out? , y'all smokin the shit (retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over) [ruck] Sean p., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys F**kin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides Like d-con, see sean be on some shit from day one Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one Butt-f**kin your chick wit a mothaf**kin gauge son Who said that? ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like craig mack I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back ? happen in? person 'cause I'm hurtin niggas who said that You f**kin wet back, smack you wit the f**k med's pack Then have sex at, the same place I park my lex at [buckshot] The last black gene, green socks Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free And flee from his body back to the ogc I never heard of that nigga, in the first place I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a nigga guillotine shit Heads come off the ? lean? wit one stroke Two tokes from the mack tilly Give a mothaf**ker two to the belly Stop, look and acting like the shot from your ass whippin Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now Fool keep flippin [rock] It's not over, it's not over, oh oh [louieville sluggah] Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page, hostile rage No sugar and sour like lemmonade Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean" So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way Gat and pick straight out the gate When I see yo say "you back up on your duty ? " Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon Starv like marv, I'm on the job First rob and ? slug? mothaf**kers licked the knob Be like that, when I clap back time I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind I rep for mine, here son feel the shine Can't say no names, 'cause all my niggas is on my mind Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money Ja ja, and bring yo ass here to poppa [talking and threats to the end] |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
(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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
(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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
(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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
(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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
(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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (2003)
[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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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (m) ohhhh oh (f)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (c) ohhhh oh Ohh-eh-ohh, (ma-ma-ma-ma-magnum force) ohhhh oh Ohh-eh-ohh, (for life) ohhhh oh (representativz) Alright it's, time to show these niggaz who's the nicest Lyrics incisive, I grip the mic like a vice grip Cooler than ice, what? cream flows is priceless Angels of death, nigga watch yo' step cause you might slip I, stay with the hype shit but that's just me The elohim, motherf**ker I rip this shit for free Stick and flee so my stee' can remain low key, supreme Steam through your team, yeah y'all fools know me I'm triple r rated, I push these herbs to the pavement To put it in terms for laymen, this nigga ain't playin I'm sayin, I blow up spots with no delayin I slay men then I'm parlayin For all y'all niggaz poppin shit watch your step f**k the talkin Little rock on the motherf**kin scene get to walkin Guns is steady barkin, at them cats who lack Actin like my mac won't spit holes through your ac' Or your lex land', you sets man far from lethal This representative will rip ass like desert eagles F**k a sequel, angel of death peep how I greet you Leave you for dead and let the savage niggaz eat you (rock) Yo boy don't never, test m.f.c. this ain't no classroom I blast whomever you better get or catch an ass wound I'm pissed like a bathroom, come test the center, what? I f**k your whole starting five and your bench up, yo F**k what you been through and the troubles on your mental Test maldu and you'll get, sent through a window Gut up like ginsus, or technic 1200's Bitch niggaz scared, I hear the bubbles in your stomach Waitin for your bowels to move, cause you doodoo Bent up like you od'd off ex-lax and yoohoo I blew through two crews, talkin they garbage Claimin they funky? maybe true cause you don't wash * ohh-eh-ohh's repeat in background while starang talks * (starang wondah) M.f.c.! starang wondah no relation to stevie Word is bon jovi up in here Heltah skeltah, doin it like this Hardcore, what's the deal word up (hardcore) Hardcore, far more than the average Niggaz tried to bust but they gats get embarassed Sayin that I'm small and belong in a carriage (sayin what somebody else say) what is niggaz, parrots? (starang) Word up, my m.f.c. niggaz won't have it, ya hate me? Cause I roll with dots, smokin spliffs under the a.c. Niggaz be fakin, pullin they guns out they holsters Keep my shit right by my dick like I'm supposed to New starang, I been this way ever since eshkoshkah Since my niggaz chillin on the roof on the poster (hardcore) Wanna see me, only way you do that is on tv (it's hardcore) starang wondah no relation to stevie (ruck) Aiyyo I'm tall sean, I got rid of the afro That shit played out like leather jackets with them tassels Plus I splash those assholes who don't know no better Personal vendetta on this great hunt for cheddar Don't never, let me catch you actin stupid I'll clap you Slap you silly until he realize who's wrathful Hate to make you an example duke but I have to Represent for my click leave that bitch stiff like a statue Caught between the rock and the ruck, it seems you trapped duke F**kin with them dirty ass niggaz, go take a bath duke Half-dead, wonderin how the f**k did ruck trap you My man hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you (doc holiday) Doc holiday, o.k. corral, my click be wild Like the muslims gettin ass in the pit, that shit be foul If your shorty strut her ass past me, I got to growl Watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow It's doc, alone with my glock, nice to meet ya If there's doubts, the cleaner blows out, then i'ma see ya I be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea Explain the pain I see on your face, or face the fears Chick here, these groupies from somethin be on my bumper If shorty cock her ass in the air, then I gotta hump her Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config God crack your arm leg a leg a arm, and your head Motherf**ker (ruck) For real, this is beautiful Word is bond Heltah skeltah (rock) Can we get it? can we get it? Ohh-eh-ohh, ohhhh oh (repeat 4x) (rock) B.c.c., m.f.c., triple r Fab 5 all that shit bwoy Horseman, boss men, word is bond Drag you off men We ain't bullshittin, huh My little nigga hardcore in the house Nigga like four foot two Smack the shit out of you and your crew The f**k you wanna do? |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
Haayyoahhh! ahhh..
Intro/chorus: rock Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Whether you hate us or you show us love No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse one: method Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother Respect mine like my baby mother I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal Not everyone can shine and make a meal So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head For all them f**kheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life On the edge nigga.. one time for your f**kin-ass mind 'cause-o, can you deal? Chorus: rock Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Heads on lockdown and those on the run No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse two: ruck Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I f**k you up I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut What the f**k? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin Affect with the motherf**kin grimy style Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse three: rock Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey.. hehe Hold that thought for a minute And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken F**k batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Cause ain't nobody safe motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Same shit |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(rock)
Yo word up man Word up man, it's a lot of niggaz out there Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit I know we magnum force, and all of that We run with o.g.c.'s n shit We'll f**k your ass up too, word up Bummy jab, mr. perfect, equals perfect jab Word is bond This whole shit's played, like jordache and sassoon Sue me it's time, that y'all ass out like baboons Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled (supreme) Batten down the hatches, I mastered this flow I crafted Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this (rock) We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come When I get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who Get hurt next, suplexin all of you ? (supreme) You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy When I get hyper, I burn that ass like all types of lye (rock) Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em (supreme) Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement I stay flossin, you bring your crew I bring the four-fifths (rock) Known to jab, cause I move like a rook straight at cha And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler Stagger a devil sayin, "go the f**k back to africa" (supreme) It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last) I break dudes in half (half) Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math (call em perfect) I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this (that boy bad, that boy bad!) But now we out to bring em back terror, I'm bout cheddar (hah!) they call me mr. perfect Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o) You couldn't weather my endeavor, I'm too clever Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better And if you creep up (what? ) prepare to meet the grim reaper Appearin in your nightmares, f**kin your sleep up (rock) Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola Own a pager, bonus how I call the paper, you make all the dough But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you know what? I may just take you over, my wager's To get your face or your nose bloodied, what? The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't f**k around Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up I hate ya Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah (supreme) I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like I'm goin off (rock) You f**kin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab Motherf**kers! Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the f**k out All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up Hah, this is the perfect jab F**k with this boy you better curse your dad Hah, this is the perfect jab Step to this boy you better curse your dad Don't be f**kin with this here, perfect jab You better curse your dad Worst luck you ever had Times that times four, triple that like r's And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there Word is bon jovi, heh We will f**k you up, word up M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!! * various talk fades into skit * |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(Erykah)"I'm a test this out on y'all right quick. Now keep in mind that I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit. (ha ha ha) Sistahs how yall doin. Brothaz yall alright"
"Lets See How Ya'll Groove to this" "Alright" I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin' See Everytime you come around You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes See I've been having this on my mind For a long time I just want it to be You and me Like It used to be, Baby But ya don't know how to act So matter of fact (Chorus) I think ya better call Tyrone (Call Him) And Tell him come on, Help you get your Shit (Come On, Come on) You need to Call Tyrone (Call Him) And tell him I said come on Now everytime I ask you for a little cash You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass Oh, Well hold up Listen partna I ain't no cheap thrill Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real And you know the deal Everytime we go somewhere I gotta reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboys way And sometimes your cousin's way They don't never have to pay Don't have no cars Hang around in bars Try to hang around with stars Like Badu I'm gon' tell you the truth Show and prove or get the boot I think ya better, (Erykah Badu-He, he he) (Call Him) And tell him come on Help you get your shit You need to call Tyrone (Call Him) (Erykah Badu)"Hold On" But ya can't use my phone |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
[ruck]
Fuck you bitch, word up It ain't all about you, huh? Trying to make shit happen, fuck you Aiyyo we fight every night, now that's not kosher I reminisce with bliss, before eshkoshkah We was closer, later on you was supposed ta Be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks Every day it get worse, than the day before Maybe you're, actin too, immature Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door.. Ahh, motherfuck you Playin, youknowhati'msayin? The fuck I look like huh? One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh? You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means And mean what he say When I say I'm lookin at the door bitch I'm obvious Straight up and down The fuck I look like to you huh what? And when you wit your friends I slide to the side Until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God cipher divine When i, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came To an understanding that you underhanded and lame I should play some stuck-up rapper role And get foul everytime you lose control But that's not my order of operation Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta B so I can't c you in my future And I don't think that I can take it anymore Y'all know the rest.. the four-four [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Fuck is the deal, huh? You know what I'm workin with, I gotta tie my shit to my knee Fuck, my shit ain't good, what? The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch? My friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay Dipped with the flyest chick from the b.k. But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray So every night to the most high a nigga pray That me and my shorty make it to another day If not fuck it ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way But hey I can't front it was good while it lasted Until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit Some left field shit that a nigga can't call But all in all, I had a ball I guess it's better to have loved, and to have lost Than to never have love at all [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Youse a fuckin miserable bitch Man that's my word is bond you always want me around the shit Misery love company man but you know what? I'm gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that I ain't gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh? Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man Fuckin heltah skeltah me and rock yaknahmean? Motherfuckin my brother illa-noyz, man fuck you word up Plus I got motherfuckin ? , knahmean? Motherfuckin uhh, mike stew' Singin what he singin, doin what he doin [mike stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could Ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze... (repeat both stanzas to end) |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(feat. Doc Holiday, Starang Wondah)
[Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] Word Up [Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] They ain't gotta like us fuck them son [Starang] Starang, forever like Wu-Tang, my crew brings drama Hangin your ass upside-down by ya shoe strings Smoke tell em how we doin this Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness (Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been missin you) Last year ATL we almost got physical I can't talk now read about it in the interview (While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and three stitches I was still gettin bitches in the tunnel takin pictures In the mazda listenin to Kris 'I Got Next' I wanted "Hot Sex" so I ran and got the Lex (aiyyo) [Rock] Aiyyo shit goes down Time to throw down show up this a showdown So down low now I'm low down Hold down the fort now wit a fo' pound Blow down ya whole town first go round Yo smile'll quickly be switched bitch and you'll frown When I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word Shut the fuck up probably cryin hold down Tired of punk asses takin shit for a joke Now watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door (POW) Act like you know now We could be so foul shake your hand run up in ya bitch no doubt [Chorus:] I ain't havin that [x4] Shit yo game be asses I got two passes to the Baja Ah ha then turn into night we fuck Yo cars superthug privelage I ain't got to brag because I did it Run before the rap when I was scrappin On these motherfuckin mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin I ain't got to front I make it happen Strictly snappin necks, strictly macs and techs Head all night overdeuce deuce the feds [Rock] Yo matter fact here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin First of all there wont be no more talkin out yo ass man I ain't havin no back stabbin I ain't havin shit Run yo mouth you get smacked in it (Why) Why? why? Why ask why say goodbye to mister nice guy say hi to the bad guy Four horsemen head the magnum force man rip you get lit the fuck up (Speeed) Like a spliff of human torch man this shit scorchin Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin Bitin my shit a make your teeth hurt Word is bond - jovi B you wildin My dick dont stay out my high stop ridin (My Diiick) Son niggaz tryin ta beat me in the head wit gats fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Run up in the piece think you gone dead that fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) U.S. marshalls at my crib tryin ta take me back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) We could take it ol school at 3 meet me in the back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) [Ruck] Yo, yo.. "where ya at?" To all my peoples Henessey passed off Give a toast to my whole MFC While you clowns waitin Ruck is shakin the foundation Wit some groundbreakin shit that'll leave the town thinking When I cock back my pistol drop back and whistle For my niggas to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude We miss you stick a niggas roll and his fool clique I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull SHHHH [Doc Holiday] U.S. marshall and your little wittle when left is caught up on my pillow Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread you fuckin fag MFC keep it cookin (Keep it cookin) We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central brooklyn Rock pick the lock Ruck bust the sha sha Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door (Now we blow the spot) Armed and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash (We ain't havin that) I ain't havin that [x5] [Ruck] You dont got no wins in mi casa My shit's proper you still suckin my kielbasa From hilshire I still fire from helicopters Watch the birdie I heard him tell the tale to the coppers Clock ya comin from the precinct singin operas Met you at ya crib from the blind side I dropped ya Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa Yo live niggaz on the wall write that smoke crack fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Yo ya smack me and I smack you back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Ya'll niggaz think ya'll gone come around here flashin' track fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) And if you niggaz owe me dough besta get my trap fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) [Starang] Son you know they can't stand me Cuz my crew pack heat like Miami Ran for these rappaz outside of the Grammy's They be killin me how they willingly be grillin me Cuz they shorty wop just be feelin' me Could it be, my name, or my big gold chain Now when we in the airport on our way to soul train I got niggaz on the west coast (WEST SIIIIDE) That meet me at the airport carryin weed in they trenchcoats In business class eatin french toast and coffee Tell the stewartess to back up off me we on ya'll Warned ya, but ya'll still couldn't wait for the all-time great William H. word up And if ya call and I'm not home then you can call me back fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Son don't fuck her raw here's a jimmy hat fuck that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Here's a tic-tac your breath smell like ass crack fuck that (Wooooo) [Starang:] And when you know, that when your MFC, your MFC for life 98 shit, Willam H. 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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(rock)
Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here And the real from there And make it mo' better like blues everywhere Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro (ruck) F**king global, f**king domination in this rap shit (rock) Word is bon jovi.. Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke? No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms Snatch up your hoe, f**k her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing (ruck) What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love But if it ain't f**k it I'm forced to release these slugs Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die News fly fast as f**k on how ruckus done bruised guys Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit" Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis (rock) Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year From the city of long beach to my home brownsville Cause real recognize real everytime for real (daz) Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town? Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound? My style break blocks corners avenues and drives It's about time to mash in, it's a ride Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention As I come through, for you and your crew It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless To step to this, we in effect we dangerous Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit) Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit) (kurupt) Life without money, that's like breathing with no air Prepare, there's no love in warfare Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas cage And get served, front and center stage I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers And get penetrated, telekinetic superior Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p. (rock) We in the house, even when we outdoors We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me So say oh, you love the real shit frequently Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherf**kers You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me? (ruck) At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me (daz) Now who, wants to be a real dope mc Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g Swervin all through your f**kin town And layin punk motherf**kers down, hah! (kurupt) Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not That's facin a blizzard in a f**kin tanktop I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice Who could it be comin through in all blue? Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top principal Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin I lay the cards on the table, take a pick The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters Runnin through camps like walter payton I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes Motherf**ker (daz) Yeah, and that's how we do it Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound Runnin this motherf**ker Yeah! |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
Intro/chorus: all together
This goes out to my magnum force When we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, f**k alla y'all (ruck) Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random shit But can you get, with the nigga tall sean manuscript Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some cpr See we are the illest niggaz out that's on your tv pah So when you greet me pah, better have your f**kin shit straight Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake You fishcake, whatever the f**k ruck dictate The shit great, higher than shows made by rick lake You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be f**kin with International irrational beat got you ruckus bitch Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin shit Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin shit Chorus (rustee jux) When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls V.o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin Easin the agony, postponin the misery Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop Regulatin, livest motherf**kers on this side Bitches dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes Chorus (rock) Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up You see me? don't say shit like pink panther You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers Get knocked the f**k out by dr. david banner Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, God damn ya You niggaz make me sick as cancer, I slam ya Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom ? again now they got front, I slap cats at random Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm handsome But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer Chorus (representativz) Aiyyo I'm movin through this life shit with the only fam I got My triple r rated niggaz steady blowin up spots You think not it's little rock we bust shots at your car And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars This shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin All that panickin'll get your shit ran up in I can't stand it when mc's get caught ramblin Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips So when we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume The straight, dead position when my lead go boom Embeddin this tune, all into your f**kin doom We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome My rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my thugs on ? Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin The repz baby, time for action, action * "what's" uttered by various bccers * Chorus 2x (rock) Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air Say, "f**k y'all niggaz, we don't care!" Word is bon jov', oh oh We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh Niggaz think they f**kin with my magnum force Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, f**k alla y'all Hehehehe, see Slogan is made of force be with me Not our fault You can't f**k with that? f**k you all Word is bon jov'.. |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
[Ruck]
Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEE Yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond Word up, M-F-C Hah, word up, yeah, yeah Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him Yo, niggaz is pipsqueaks, thinkin shit's sweet I come discrete, turn your ass into mincemeat Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline with the bassline kick and snare, Duke I make your click aware So please God, never say jack shit to Sean P before I launch three shots directly at your army Word is bond, we be on some shit to the two-thou Loose mouth niggaz catch a hole in they goosedown Down, down, down-down, down-down-down, down Down, down, down, down-down, down-down Down-town, jumped off the train on Ebbets Walkin down the street, bump into my nigga Kevin Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your ass in the Seven You still bustin motherfuckin shots at the reverand? Hell no I replied, elbows was applied til his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside Oh shit yo whassup whassup Yo son, yo, OH-oahh! *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* Fuck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question Fuck that, don't ask no questions in my shit Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up Yo fuck them, yo fuck you Fuck that cat, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE *THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ* *RECOGNIZE, MOTHERFUCKER* *USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A FUCKIN HATRACK* *PUNK MOTHERFUCKERS, WORD UP* *M-F-C, FOR LIFE!* |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(Ruck)
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me * repeat 2X * "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Rock) To all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm still the same Won't let the game change me, I'm trying to change the game This shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Timbs or hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- fuck ya! You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players Fuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers At the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is They tell you Rock, tellin me, "Don't act no fool" "You heard of scotch on the rocks?" I make the whole shit cool But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin Deep rollin heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Rock) M.F.C.!! Hey hey, that's my partner Price man The whole industry's against him and me Like thugs are to death penalties but we got the remedy for all that punk shit One clip up in the macra make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth Alcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap shit Got locked behind bars, fluck the actin All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies Stay forever rowdy, niggaz It's Your World like Bobby Rob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese when it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin Reppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin Whylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them Before I'm out the door big up my Outlaw niggaz My hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" * repeat 2X * (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps We sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap You better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone I doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the Ruckus without fun Aiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a nigga clout son Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son Without them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me "Are you fuckin my sister man?" when that bitch Butch like Cassidy HELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro His man yelled, "Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats, we all black" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped I saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place Just a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace The worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up Fuck up my rap product and back to crack narcotics The moral of this story is -- there is no moral God Just my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't like us youse a fraud, motherfucker (Rock) Word up Straight like that Fuck one of y'all niggaz up "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" (what, uh-huh, see you in hell motherfucker) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) The game change.. but fuck y'all "Hardcore, far more than the average" Still in there, word up Heltah Skeltah what the fuck (Rock) Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a Walkman on you with no motherfuckin frequency, nigga "Hardcore, far more than the average" Dip your ass in honey "Hardcore, far more than the average" and then just get the flies to ? you motherfucker You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of bitches "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Ruck) Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
Aye yo Im Sean Price Im six foot one
Dark skinned stocky build with a big gun Sick sons are the ones with the lump sums Stick guns get funds make your chick come My chick done said she like the way I toke blunts Drink liquor write scriptures and my gold fronts Plus the way my pants hang make her wonder how My baggy jeans stay up baby Im well endowed See its ill I know you wasn't expectin that Or figure Ruck messin with chicks make an executive trap They get better than that she don't care who I bone Long as I treat her right and bring my black ass home Hey the name is Alban baby but call me what you wanna Nowhere near ugly but some call me Rockness Monstah Im the heathen you was warned about by your momma Thatll never love you as much as I love my marijuana Hang out from sundown to sun up startin a ton of drama With thugs snake me one time they will harm ya Still you goodie goodie chicks be all attracted to my karma Lets be friends some other time right now Im tryin to get behind ya She responded she better stop listenin to momma Love my rugged steez and my whole aura was the bomber Asked to see my scar and taxed it Felt my six pack then asked If she could drink it through my straw before I hit that I know I got a good woman on my team I used to have five chickens and I tricked mad cream But the first one I met yo she was actin wack And the second one got dissed cause she was smokin smack But the third was a herb you could tell that shes On some bull cause she flipped when she smelled my weed But the fourth one heard the PJs looked mean Got with the fifth chick because she cooked and cleaned My question is why do nice chicks love rugged dudes The whole thought puzzles me Im just glad they do They got they own loot unlike these upside down 3 or 4s Silly rabbit tricks give up all they dough Not I hell nah yo check my track record bravo Dont eat coochie shorty understand Im too macho Daytime act like saints but they cant fool me G the freak come out of them at night like we Whodini The Freaks Come Out at Night |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
Intro:
(Voice) Hahaha Yeah, Heltah Skeltah (Outlawz) Outlawz Doc MFC, almighty Ruck, yeah, yeah Verse 1: (Ruck) I spit the vocab (vocab) While most fags, go rap No paths and brags about they bitch coach back Don't play it in the cup, ready to blast and twist Any Nigga who be takin' I'm a pacifist Yo ass can diss Told you couldn't last to this When you ask of the force of the Magnum, bitch You drastic (You drastic) Hastic about the car Smack 'em up with the heater give 'em (?scips?) and scars (give 'em (?scips?) and scars) I'm hatin' y'all Niggas try to disrespect Techniques, next week I will disconnect Your f**kin' head of your shoulder When the dread come below the bombastic, pullin' bad chips from his hoster Natural addict with lyrics on your transistor On your radio takin' no shit about the inflister Knew that nigga slapped on Me so I crapped on (?The ab, it's the mack, with more barry than steffon?) Yes y'all (yes y'all, hahahahahaha) Who the best in the indusphere Ain't it the same Nigga that disagree than shook 'em here (shook 'em here) Vinagar, I be puttin' motherf**kers plenty fear In the heart of these bitch ass nigga with my steady chair (steady chair) Chorus: Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C,-A-M-P Who we be? We be the O-U-T-L-A,-W-Z Verse 2: Rock, Young Noble (Rock) Livin' this hell like the Skeltah Who can I trust (Young Noble) Move emotionless Puffin' this vibe we got among us (Rock) I'm sick of Niggas livin' legal So we got some Outlawz (Young Noble) Push the Southpole (Rock) Mad Niggas don't get pushed in the Southpole (in the Southpole) (Young Noble) I got y'all Snatchin' guilty tactics cause you're ashtray (Rock) Straight up faggots My Mag spin to make a Nigga backwards (Young Noble) Attack shit like a full blooded pimp for sins (Rock) With them aimed at your (?) (Young Noble) Named man with a vengance unless you lay for a thinkin' (Rock) Now I get so stupid, Niggas couldn't complete for a (?) (Young Noble) We livin' Every single day at full speed, full breed, thugs be (Rock) F**k with this, you bleed (you bleed) Now we're keepin' best act boy at Alcatraz (Young Noble) Out for cash (Rock) Moreno brought it down blast (Young Noble) Oringal done clock niggas, f**k these rap niggas (Rock) (?) (Young Noble) What they need is all together All my thugs is to perform If you ain't down for applause (Rock) You can get the f**k off (Young Noble) See them all at the strong And get paid and move on If you ain't down for applause (Rock) You can get the f**k off (Young Noble) Captured by the snitch Suddenly the people fall Y'all ain't down for a |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
(feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Ruck] Aiyo, I never lie, rhymes is knives ready to sever guys Never try, that nigga Ruck is a fuckin' better fly Identify yourself, walkin' in my perimeter I get rid of ya, with two shots from the dillinger Bruce Willin' ta, try to step to Tall Sean, I wet you, that's my word to my nephew Donte, word is bond, listen to what the Gods say Grew up the hard way, wearin' nat clothes from hallways But now the Gods say, get that high when the tron blaze With bum bitches that run tricks like fuckin' card games -- I shouldn't listen to what my mom say Police squads, they can harass me, never can harm me [Chorus: Rock] Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard You hold the weight of the planet, it's your job, you God Hold your head, boy, I know the shit's still bad Hold your head, boy, you know a nigga got your back [Ruck] You gotta hold on, God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'mma try I can't like, I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died Can't decide right from wrong, nights too long Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean It's like you'll never gone till, you know that I go to the doctor for advice, he keep givin' me prozac That's so wack, the only thing that Sean deserve Is some weed, money and pussy, to calm my nerve - [Rock] Here, here, levitate on this son, what the hell When the going gets tough? The tough puff l's It's a known fact, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger Think I'mma let you quit you, dead wrong, bwoy I know shit's bezerk, shit is crazy, got me holdin' heat again Just came home, fightin' with police, again Son, they testin' me, but never let them get the best of me I ain't even do shit, plus I been stashed the weapon, see The whole world a broke fool, it ain't cool That's why in the ninety-now, the rules are 'fuck the rules' Feel like I'm psychic, watchin' all the shit, I dream again Make me wish I never dream, let the madness begin [Chorus] [Anthony Hamilton] Hold your head up, high Keep ya face to the sky Things are gonna get better After all that Hold your head up, high Don't let life get you down We're always go together I promise, we'll make it by I promise, we'll make it by |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force [Explicit Version] (2003)
[thunderfoot]
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My magnum force practice operation: lockdown And don't you clowns ever forget it The other half'll feel my brother's wrath, that we break through And always been the type to take you there like ? warren staples? Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not [illa noyz] I set it off on a mission like the sentinel 'cause I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate Too late to run and turn to rev. run Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you Doin like I should do, bringin noyz to my acquittal [steele] Wit no discrepency, I rip mc wit no referee Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, I'll attack an mc Spittin like I emptied the m-1 from the m-p Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing Tackling the majority, bomb with authority More than minority, s-t got seniority Rhymin since knowledge and quality wit college degree (kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend) [doc holiday] Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot reps who whip ass Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that d-o-c stay shittin Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted [lidu rock] Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area Act up, my mfc niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the f**k y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies F**k sellin trees man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got I hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot It's lidu rock [rock] Many think I ain't got it in me, 'cause I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm skinny But I'll f**k you up like henny and remmy ? if any of trash? , we'll I'll scream "gimme" To any who make it hard to get away like tim or penny Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ? it cracks? And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals That's how my gats be Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the bummy jab wreak He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight heltah skeltah I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her So don't f**k wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead I'll bend your body like craftmatic adjustable bed F**k what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o And stop f**kin askin me why ruck cut his dreads It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at In a jet black, expedition fishin to get some get back (kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend) [rustee jux] My militant mind's impervious to submission Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division Killa cartel-n-mfc in collision The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission I stomps through the crack slums of mother medina Push weed to stack funds for my mother dina Rustee jux-man, brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin [supreme] Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the Art, who's the next on my chart to mark You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low Rollin black in the back of the fat ex-p-o [tek] Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum In the gat cabin, tek we make it happen You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin Straight extorted, like an irs audit You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it? See you came home frolic, but you show fake love Like the feds try to get close and lay down bugs Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay Didn't know niggas got desert e's and pk's [starang] Me and my crew ride up and down st. james like a pack of great danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up) We ain't connecticut, ain't even sweatin it Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle For your seven-forty beamer, wit your shorty kima in it If you platinum you can drive me through manhattan while I hit it Everywhere I go, I let em know starang's the shit Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit William h. is the name, mfc's the click Y'all niggas takin us out? , y'all smokin the shit (retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over) [ruck] Sean p., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys F**kin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides Like d-con, see sean be on some shit from day one Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one Butt-f**kin your chick wit a mothaf**kin gauge son Who said that? ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like craig mack I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back ? happen in? person 'cause I'm hurtin niggas who said that You f**kin wet back, smack you wit the f**k med's pack Then have sex at, the same place I park my lex at [buckshot] The last black gene, green socks Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free And flee from his body back to the ogc I never heard of that nigga, in the first place I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a nigga guillotine shit Heads come off the ? lean? wit one stroke Two tokes from the mack tilly Give a mothaf**ker two to the belly Stop, look and acting like the shot from your ass whippin Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now Fool keep flippin [rock] It's not over, it's not over, oh oh [louieville sluggah] Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page, hostile rage No sugar and sour like lemmonade Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean" So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way Gat and pick straight out the gate When I see yo say "you back up on your duty ? " Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon Starv like marv, I'm on the job First rob and ? slug? mothaf**kers licked the knob Be like that, when I clap back time I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind I rep for mine, here son feel the shine Can't say no names, 'cause all my niggas is on my mind Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money Ja ja, and bring yo ass here to poppa [talking and threats to the end] |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (1996)
(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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (1996)
[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 fuck the boys in blue This be BuckTown around these grounds they don't roam Cuz 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 (fuck him) Two to his cheek cuz 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 dumbfucks 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 motherfucker Might lose his life, cuz 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, cuz 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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 Cuz we let the brainz blo Punk-ass... |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (1996)
(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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (1996)
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 motherfuckin 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 acquitted like you was O.J. How you know? Typical black life you jack knives under a sea biscuit Get specific an stop fuckin 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 Fuck 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, are-O-see, therapy Chorus: *until fades* |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (1996)
(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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (1996)
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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (1996)
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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from Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal (1996)
[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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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (m) ohhhh oh (f)
Ohh-eh-ohh, (c) ohhhh oh Ohh-eh-ohh, (ma-ma-ma-ma-magnum force) ohhhh oh Ohh-eh-ohh, (for life) ohhhh oh (representativz) Alright it's, time to show these niggaz who's the nicest Lyrics incisive, I grip the mic like a vice grip Cooler than ice, what? cream flows is priceless Angels of death, nigga watch yo' step cause you might slip I, stay with the hype shit but that's just me The elohim, motherf**ker I rip this shit for free Stick and flee so my stee' can remain low key, supreme Steam through your team, yeah y'all fools know me I'm triple r rated, I push these herbs to the pavement To put it in terms for laymen, this nigga ain't playin I'm sayin, I blow up spots with no delayin I slay men then I'm parlayin For all y'all niggaz poppin shit watch your step f**k the talkin Little rock on the motherf**kin scene get to walkin Guns is steady barkin, at them cats who lack Actin like my mac won't spit holes through your ac' Or your lex land', you sets man far from lethal This representative will rip ass like desert eagles F**k a sequel, angel of death peep how I greet you Leave you for dead and let the savage niggaz eat you (rock) Yo boy don't never, test m.f.c. this ain't no classroom I blast whomever you better get or catch an ass wound I'm pissed like a bathroom, come test the center, what? I f**k your whole starting five and your bench up, yo F**k what you been through and the troubles on your mental Test maldu and you'll get, sent through a window Gut up like ginsus, or technic 1200's Bitch niggaz scared, I hear the bubbles in your stomach Waitin for your bowels to move, cause you doodoo Bent up like you od'd off ex-lax and yoohoo I blew through two crews, talkin they garbage Claimin they funky? maybe true cause you don't wash * ohh-eh-ohh's repeat in background while starang talks * (starang wondah) M.f.c.! starang wondah no relation to stevie Word is bon jovi up in here Heltah skeltah, doin it like this Hardcore, what's the deal word up (hardcore) Hardcore, far more than the average Niggaz tried to bust but they gats get embarassed Sayin that I'm small and belong in a carriage (sayin what somebody else say) what is niggaz, parrots? (starang) Word up, my m.f.c. niggaz won't have it, ya hate me? Cause I roll with dots, smokin spliffs under the a.c. Niggaz be fakin, pullin they guns out they holsters Keep my shit right by my dick like I'm supposed to New starang, I been this way ever since eshkoshkah Since my niggaz chillin on the roof on the poster (hardcore) Wanna see me, only way you do that is on tv (it's hardcore) starang wondah no relation to stevie (ruck) Aiyyo I'm tall sean, I got rid of the afro That shit played out like leather jackets with them tassels Plus I splash those assholes who don't know no better Personal vendetta on this great hunt for cheddar Don't never, let me catch you actin stupid I'll clap you Slap you silly until he realize who's wrathful Hate to make you an example duke but I have to Represent for my click leave that bitch stiff like a statue Caught between the rock and the ruck, it seems you trapped duke F**kin with them dirty ass niggaz, go take a bath duke Half-dead, wonderin how the f**k did ruck trap you My man hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you (doc holiday) Doc holiday, o.k. corral, my click be wild Like the muslims gettin ass in the pit, that shit be foul If your shorty strut her ass past me, I got to growl Watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow It's doc, alone with my glock, nice to meet ya If there's doubts, the cleaner blows out, then i'ma see ya I be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea Explain the pain I see on your face, or face the fears Chick here, these groupies from somethin be on my bumper If shorty cock her ass in the air, then I gotta hump her Love her, my hunger takes toll I must config God crack your arm leg a leg a arm, and your head Motherf**ker (ruck) For real, this is beautiful Word is bond Heltah skeltah (rock) Can we get it? can we get it? Ohh-eh-ohh, ohhhh oh (repeat 4x) (rock) B.c.c., m.f.c., triple r Fab 5 all that shit bwoy Horseman, boss men, word is bond Drag you off men We ain't bullshittin, huh My little nigga hardcore in the house Nigga like four foot two Smack the shit out of you and your crew The f**k you wanna do? |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
Haayyoahhh! ahhh..
Intro/chorus: rock Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Whether you hate us or you show us love No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me.. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, f**k it even players Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse one: method Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my brother Respect mine like my baby mother I shine when it rain, the sky's cryin for all the black youth That's dyin, I heard he went out clutchin his iron And in the mist the slugs flyin, one burst He kissed the dirt, not knowin he was touched at first Or badly hurt, it's all science, another nigga merked Kid snatched his purse and his work, left nuttin But the shells on the turf, the situation's worse A lot of bitch ass niggaz is comin out they skirts Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal Not everyone can shine and make a meal So johnny carry nine in the steel, one in the head For all them f**kheads, leave that ass for dead nuff said Don't be mistaken, or mislead, it's all peace But when my baby's gotta get fed, I'm all teeth Bitin down on the bullet now, bloodshed I cop my herb from a knotty dread, and live this life On the edge nigga.. one time for your f**kin-ass mind 'cause-o, can you deal? Chorus: rock Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Heads on lockdown and those on the run No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse two: ruck Aiyyo peep the stamina, of the main brain splattera In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face with the calibre You like the voice baby? ruck is the choice lately Slap a hoe in the grapple hold just like royce gracie My boys pay me no mind, for the shit I say lately Then deep down in they heart, they think that nigga ruck is crazy Maybe, y'all niggaz should just chill before I f**k you up I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut What the f**k? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin Affect with the motherf**kin grimy style Meth-tical, heltah skeltah for the ninety-now Remind me how, the way it used to be, yo you used to be Better than you is on the mic, but now you losing me Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse three: rock Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks, little cute kid Potentially rebellious yet a straight a student I listened to my elders til I found out they was stupid What they told me had me broke and bummy, time for some new shit Now, I hold mo' concealed heat than acapulco Ricans in bushwick call me rocko, el mano loco Got a fo'-fo' to make thugs sing like k-ci and jojo Packin ever since mamma rock said gunz was a no-no We don't need those doe, street cats don't need gats Six-five, from the nba, many niggaz be that So try me, like mutumbo you can't get shit by me Send you to e.r. son with broke ankles like allen ivey.. hehe Hold that thought for a minute And watch your shorty before I run up in it I admit it I'm like sprite, image got you shaken, thinkin I'm jamaican But it's thirst that'll get your jewelry and dough taken F**k batman and robin, I'm robbin with a bat man Chase niggaz like chevy for makin wack jams Hit hard as a dick after a lapdance, ask any sean price In alcatraz fan, they'll tell you watch the jabbin Chorus: rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players Gods, earths, and cons, crips and bloods No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez Iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, f**k it even players M.f.c., killa beez and my outlaw thugs Armaggedeon soon come, stack your gunz 'n onez Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Heltah skeltah come soon, be prepared motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Cause ain't nobody safe motherf**ker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Marvelous, armaggedeon, heltah skeltah Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Same shit |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
(rock)
Yo word up man Word up man, it's a lot of niggaz out there Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit I know we magnum force, and all of that We run with o.g.c.'s n shit We'll f**k your ass up too, word up Bummy jab, mr. perfect, equals perfect jab Word is bond This whole shit's played, like jordache and sassoon Sue me it's time, that y'all ass out like baboons Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled (supreme) Batten down the hatches, I mastered this flow I crafted Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this (rock) We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come When I get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who Get hurt next, suplexin all of you ? (supreme) You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy When I get hyper, I burn that ass like all types of lye (rock) Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em (supreme) Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement I stay flossin, you bring your crew I bring the four-fifths (rock) Known to jab, cause I move like a rook straight at cha And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler Stagger a devil sayin, "go the f**k back to africa" (supreme) It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last) I break dudes in half (half) Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math (call em perfect) I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this (that boy bad, that boy bad!) But now we out to bring em back terror, I'm bout cheddar (hah!) they call me mr. perfect Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o) You couldn't weather my endeavor, I'm too clever Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better And if you creep up (what? ) prepare to meet the grim reaper Appearin in your nightmares, f**kin your sleep up (rock) Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola Own a pager, bonus how I call the paper, you make all the dough But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you know what? I may just take you over, my wager's To get your face or your nose bloodied, what? The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't f**k around Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up I hate ya Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah (supreme) I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like I'm goin off (rock) You f**kin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab Motherf**kers! Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the f**k out All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up Hah, this is the perfect jab F**k with this boy you better curse your dad Hah, this is the perfect jab Step to this boy you better curse your dad Don't be f**kin with this here, perfect jab You better curse your dad Worst luck you ever had Times that times four, triple that like r's And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there Word is bon jovi, heh We will f**k you up, word up M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!! * various talk fades into skit * |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
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featuring Mike Stewart [Ruck] Fuck you bitch word up It ain't all about you huh? Trying to make shit happen fuck you Aiyyo we fight every night now that's not kosher I reminisce with bliss before Eshkoshkah We was closer later on you was supposed ta be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks Every day it get worse than the day before Maybe you're actin too immature Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door.. Ahh, motherfuck you Playin, youknowhatI'msayin? The fuck I look like huh? One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh? You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means and mean what he say When I say I'm lookin at the door bitch I'm obvious Straight up and down The fuck I look like to you huh what? And when you wit your friends I slide to the side until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God Cipher Divine When I, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came to an understanding that you underhanded and lame I should play some stuck-up rapper role And get foul everytime you lose control But that's not my order of operation Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta B so I can't C you in my future And I don't think that I can take it anymore Y'all know the rest.. the four-four [Mike Stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Fuck is the deal, huh? You know what I'm workin with, I gotta tie my shit to my knee Fuck, my shit ain't good, what? The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch? My friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay dipped with the flyest chick from the B.K. But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray So every night to the most high a nigga pray that me and my shorty make it to another day If not fuck it Ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way But hey I can't front it was good while it lasted until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit Some left field shit that a nigga can't call But all in all, I had a ball I guess it's better to have loved, and to have lost Than to never have love at all [Mike Stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze Youse a fuckin miserable bitch man that's my word is bond you always want me around the shit Misery love company man but you know what? I'm gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that I ain't gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh? Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man Fuckin Heltah Skeltah me and Rock yaknahmean? Motherfuckin my brother Illa-Noyz, man fuck you word up Plus I got motherfuckin ?, knahmean? Motherfuckin uhh, Mike Stew' Singin what he singin, doin what he doin [Mike Stewart] If the lovin ain't right You're not home, late at night All we ever do is fight There's a reason I should breeze If the lovin ain't good And I never thought you could ever treat me like you should That's a reason I should breeze... (repeat both stanzas to end) |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
Starang: they don't like us
Rock: word up Starang: they don't like us Rock: they ain't gotta like us f**k them son (starang) Starang, forever like wu-tang, my crew brings drama Hangin your ass upside-down by ya shoe strings Smoke tell em how we doin this Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness (now by all means) I do a show in new orleans And get wit bout it bout it mystikal (starang we been missin you) Last year atl we almost got physical I can't talk now read about it in the interview (while y'all up in d&d) I caught two and three stitches I was still gettin bitches in the tunnel takin pictures In the mazda listenin to kris 'i got next' I wanted "hot sex" so I ran and got the lex (aiyyo) (rock) Aiyyo shit goes down Time to throw down show up this a showdown So down low now I'm low down Hold down the fort now wit a fo' pound Blow down ya whole town first go round Yo smile'll quickly be switched bitch and you'll frown When I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word Shut the f**k up probably cryin hold down Tired of punk asses takin shit for a joke Now watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door (pow) Act like you know now We could be so foul shake your hand run up in ya bitch no doubt Chorus: I ain't havin that - 4x Shit yo game be asses I got two passes to the baja Ah ha then turn into night we f**k Yo cars superthug privelage I ain't got to brag because I did it Run before the rap when I was scrappin On these motherf**kin mean streets of brownsville gun clappin I ain't got to front I make it happen Strictly snappin necks, strictly macs and techs Head all night overdeuce deuce the feds (rock) Yo matter fact here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin First of all there wont be no more talkin out yo ass man I ain't havin no back stabbin I ain't havin shit Run yo mouth you get smacked in it (why) why? why? Why ask why say goodbye to mister nice guy say hi to the bad guy Four horsemen head the magnum force man rip you get lit the f**k up (speeed) Like a spliff of human torch man this shit scorchin Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin Bitin my shit a make your teeth hurt Word is bond - jovi b you wildin My dick don't stay out my high stop ridin (my diiick) Son niggaz tryin ta beat me in the head wit gats f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Run up in the piece think you gone dead that f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) U.s. marshalls at my crib tryin ta take me back f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) We could take it ol school at 3 meet me in the back f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) (ruck) Yo, yo.. "where ya at? " To all my peoples henessey passed off Give a toast to my whole mfc While you clowns waitin ruck is shakin the foundation Wit some groundbreakin shit that'll leave the town thinking When I cock back my pistol drop back and whistle For my niggas to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude We miss you stick a niggas roll and his fool clique I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull shhhh (doc holiday) U.s. marshall and your little wittle when left is caught up on my pillow Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread you f**kin fag Mfc keep it cookin (keep it cookin) We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central brooklyn Rock pick the lock ruck bust the sha sha Keep with the blast cc4 to blow the door (now we blow the spot) Armed and dedicated semi under rated f**k it to me dated by a wip ass You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass Doin the macarana over 2 pounds of hash (we ain't havin that) I ain't havin that - 5x (ruck) You don't got no wins in mi casa My shit's proper you still suckin my kielbasa From hilshire I still fire from helicopters Watch the birdie I heard him tell the tale to the coppers Clock ya comin from the precinct singin operas Met you at ya crib from the blind side I dropped ya Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa Yo live niggaz on the wall write that smoke crack f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Yo ya smack me and I smack you back f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Ya'll niggaz think y'all gone come around here flashin' track f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) And if you niggaz owe me dough besta get my trap f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) (starang) Son you know they can't stand me 'cause my crew pack heat like miami Ran for these rappaz outside of the grammy's They be killin me how they willingly be grillin me 'cause they shorty wop just be feelin' me Could it be, my name, or my big gold chain Now when we in the airport on our way to soul train I got niggaz on the west coast (west siiiide) That meet me at the airport carryin weed in they trenchcoats In business class eatin french toast and coffee Tell the stewartess to back up off me we on ya'll Warned ya, but y'all still couldn't wait for the all-time great William h. word up And if ya call and I'm not home then you can call me back f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Son don't f**k her raw here's a jimmy hat f**k that (I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) Here's a tic-tac your breath smell like ass crack f**k that (wooooo) Starang: And when you know, that when your mfc, your mfc for life 98 shit, willam h. duren, doc holiday |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
(rock)
Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here And the real from there And make it mo' better like blues everywhere Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro (ruck) F**king global, f**king domination in this rap shit (rock) Word is bon jovi.. Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke? No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms Snatch up your hoe, f**k her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing (ruck) What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love But if it ain't f**k it I'm forced to release these slugs Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die News fly fast as f**k on how ruckus done bruised guys Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit" Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis (rock) Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year From the city of long beach to my home brownsville Cause real recognize real everytime for real (daz) Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town? Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound? My style break blocks corners avenues and drives It's about time to mash in, it's a ride Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention As I come through, for you and your crew It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless To step to this, we in effect we dangerous Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit) Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit) (kurupt) Life without money, that's like breathing with no air Prepare, there's no love in warfare Engage, I meet the front page, like nicholas cage And get served, front and center stage I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers And get penetrated, telekinetic superior Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p. (rock) We in the house, even when we outdoors We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me So say oh, you love the real shit frequently Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherf**kers You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me? (ruck) At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me (daz) Now who, wants to be a real dope mc Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g Swervin all through your f**kin town And layin punk motherf**kers down, hah! (kurupt) Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not That's facin a blizzard in a f**kin tanktop I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice Who could it be comin through in all blue? Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top principal Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin I lay the cards on the table, take a pick The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters Runnin through camps like walter payton I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes Motherf**ker (daz) Yeah, and that's how we do it Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound Runnin this motherf**ker Yeah! |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
Intro/chorus: all together
This goes out to my magnum force When we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, f**k alla y'all (ruck) Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random shit But can you get, with the nigga tall sean manuscript Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin When the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some cpr See we are the illest niggaz out that's on your tv pah So when you greet me pah, better have your f**kin shit straight Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake You fishcake, whatever the f**k ruck dictate The shit great, higher than shows made by rick lake You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be f**kin with International irrational beat got you ruckus bitch Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin shit Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin shit Chorus (rustee jux) When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin seagulls V.o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin Easin the agony, postponin the misery Smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop Regulatin, livest motherf**kers on this side Bitches dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes Chorus (rock) Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up You see me? don't say shit like pink panther You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers Get knocked the f**k out by dr. david banner Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, God damn ya You niggaz make me sick as cancer, I slam ya Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum Teared a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom ? again now they got front, I slap cats at random Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm handsome But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer Chorus (representativz) Aiyyo I'm movin through this life shit with the only fam I got My triple r rated niggaz steady blowin up spots You think not it's little rock we bust shots at your car And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars This shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin All that panickin'll get your shit ran up in I can't stand it when mc's get caught ramblin Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips So when we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume The straight, dead position when my lead go boom Embeddin this tune, all into your f**kin doom We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome My rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my thugs on ? Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin The repz baby, time for action, action * "what's" uttered by various bccers * Chorus 2x (rock) Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air Say, "f**k y'all niggaz, we don't care!" Word is bon jov', oh oh We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh Niggaz think they f**kin with my magnum force Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our fault For life, f**k alla y'all Hehehehe, see Slogan is made of force be with me Not our fault You can't f**k with that? f**k you all Word is bon jov'.. |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
[Ruck]
Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEE Yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond Word up, M-F-C Hah, word up, yeah, yeah Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him Yo, niggaz is pipsqueaks, thinkin shit's sweet I come discrete, turn your ass into mincemeat Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline with the bassline kick and snare, Duke I make your click aware So please God, never say jack shit to Sean P before I launch three shots directly at your army Word is bond, we be on some shit to the two-thou Loose mouth niggaz catch a hole in they goosedown Down, down, down-down, down-down-down, down Down, down, down, down-down, down-down Down-town, jumped off the train on Ebbets Walkin down the street, bump into my nigga Kevin Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your ass in the Seven You still bustin motherfuckin shots at the reverand? Hell no I replied, elbows was applied til his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside Oh shit yo whassup whassup Yo son, yo, OH-oahh! *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* Fuck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question Fuck that, don't ask no questions in my shit Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up Yo fuck them, yo fuck you Fuck that cat, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE *THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ* *RECOGNIZE, MOTHERFUCKER* *USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A FUCKIN HATRACK* *PUNK MOTHERFUCKERS, WORD UP* *M-F-C, FOR LIFE!* |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
(Ruck)
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me * repeat 2X * "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Rock) To all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm still the same Won't let the game change me, I'm trying to change the game This shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Timbs or hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- fuck ya! You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players Fuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers At the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is They tell you Rock, tellin me, "Don't act no fool" "You heard of scotch on the rocks?" I make the whole shit cool But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin Deep rollin heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Rock) M.F.C.!! Hey hey, that's my partner Price man The whole industry's against him and me Like thugs are to death penalties but we got the remedy for all that punk shit One clip up in the macra make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth Alcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap shit Got locked behind bars, fluck the actin All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies Stay forever rowdy, niggaz It's Your World like Bobby Rob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese when it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin Reppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin Whylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them Before I'm out the door big up my Outlaw niggaz My hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" * repeat 2X * (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps We sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap You better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone I doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the Ruckus without fun Aiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a nigga clout son Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son Without them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me "Are you fuckin my sister man?" when that bitch Butch like Cassidy HELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro His man yelled, "Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats, we all black" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped I saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place Just a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace The worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up Fuck up my rap product and back to crack narcotics The moral of this story is -- there is no moral God Just my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't like us youse a fraud, motherfucker (Rock) Word up Straight like that Fuck one of y'all niggaz up "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Ruck) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me "Hardcore, far more than the average" (what, uh-huh, see you in hell motherfucker) To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me) The game change.. but fuck y'all "Hardcore, far more than the average" Still in there, word up Heltah Skeltah what the fuck (Rock) Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a Walkman on you with no motherfuckin frequency, nigga "Hardcore, far more than the average" Dip your ass in honey "Hardcore, far more than the average" and then just get the flies to ? you motherfucker You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of bitches "Hardcore, far more than the average" (Ruck) Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
Aye yo Im Sean Price Im six foot one
Dark skinned stocky build with a big gun Sick sons are the ones with the lump sums Stick guns get funds make your chick come My chick done said she like the way I toke blunts Drink liquor write scriptures and my gold fronts Plus the way my pants hang make her wonder how My baggy jeans stay up baby Im well endowed See its ill I know you wasn't expectin that Or figure Ruck messin with chicks make an executive trap They get better than that she don't care who I bone Long as I treat her right and bring my black ass home Hey the name is Alban baby but call me what you wanna Nowhere near ugly but some call me Rockness Monstah Im the heathen you was warned about by your momma Thatll never love you as much as I love my marijuana Hang out from sundown to sun up startin a ton of drama With thugs snake me one time they will harm ya Still you goodie goodie chicks be all attracted to my karma Lets be friends some other time right now Im tryin to get behind ya She responded she better stop listenin to momma Love my rugged steez and my whole aura was the bomber Asked to see my scar and taxed it Felt my six pack then asked If she could drink it through my straw before I hit that I know I got a good woman on my team I used to have five chickens and I tricked mad cream But the first one I met yo she was actin wack And the second one got dissed cause she was smokin smack But the third was a herb you could tell that shes On some bull cause she flipped when she smelled my weed But the fourth one heard the PJs looked mean Got with the fifth chick because she cooked and cleaned My question is why do nice chicks love rugged dudes The whole thought puzzles me Im just glad they do They got they own loot unlike these upside down 3 or 4s Silly rabbit tricks give up all they dough Not I hell nah yo check my track record bravo Dont eat coochie shorty understand Im too macho Daytime act like saints but they cant fool me G the freak come out of them at night like we Whodini The Freaks Come Out at Night |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
(feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Ruck] Aiyo, I never lie, rhymes is knives ready to sever guys Never try, that nigga Ruck is a fuckin' better fly Identify yourself, walkin' in my perimeter I get rid of ya, with two shots from the dillinger Bruce Willin' ta, try to step to Tall Sean, I wet you, that's my word to my nephew Donte, word is bond, listen to what the Gods say Grew up the hard way, wearin' nat clothes from hallways But now the Gods say, get that high when the tron blaze With bum bitches that run tricks like fuckin' card games -- I shouldn't listen to what my mom say Police squads, they can harass me, never can harm me [Chorus: Rock] Hold your head, boy, you know it's hard You hold the weight of the planet, it's your job, you God Hold your head, boy, I know the shit's still bad Hold your head, boy, you know a nigga got your back [Ruck] You gotta hold on, God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'mma try I can't like, I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died Can't decide right from wrong, nights too long Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean It's like you'll never gone till, you know that I go to the doctor for advice, he keep givin' me prozac That's so wack, the only thing that Sean deserve Is some weed, money and pussy, to calm my nerve - [Rock] Here, here, levitate on this son, what the hell When the going gets tough? The tough puff l's It's a known fact, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger Think I'mma let you quit you, dead wrong, bwoy I know shit's bezerk, shit is crazy, got me holdin' heat again Just came home, fightin' with police, again Son, they testin' me, but never let them get the best of me I ain't even do shit, plus I been stashed the weapon, see The whole world a broke fool, it ain't cool That's why in the ninety-now, the rules are 'fuck the rules' Feel like I'm psychic, watchin' all the shit, I dream again Make me wish I never dream, let the madness begin [Chorus] [Anthony Hamilton] Hold your head up, high Keep ya face to the sky Things are gonna get better After all that Hold your head up, high Don't let life get you down We're always go together I promise, we'll make it by I promise, we'll make it by |
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from Heltah Skeltah - Magnum Force (1998)
[thunderfoot]
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My magnum force practice operation: lockdown And don't you clowns ever forget it The other half'll feel my brother's wrath, that we break through And always been the type to take you there like ? warren staples? Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not [illa noyz] I set it off on a mission like the sentinel 'cause I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful I wrote a few, journals in my nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate Too late to run and turn to rev. run Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you Doin like I should do, bringin noyz to my acquittal [steele] Wit no discrepency, I rip mc wit no referee Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, I'll attack an mc Spittin like I emptied the m-1 from the m-p Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing Tackling the majority, bomb with authority More than minority, s-t got seniority Rhymin since knowledge and quality wit college degree (kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend) [doc holiday] Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot reps who whip ass Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that d-o-c stay shittin Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted [lidu rock] Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area Act up, my mfc niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the f**k y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies F**k sellin trees man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got I hope the money save that ass when the shit get hot It's lidu rock [rock] Many think I ain't got it in me, 'cause I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm skinny But I'll f**k you up like henny and remmy ? if any of trash? , we'll I'll scream "gimme" To any who make it hard to get away like tim or penny Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ? it cracks? And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals That's how my gats be Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the bummy jab wreak He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight heltah skeltah I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her So don't f**k wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead I'll bend your body like craftmatic adjustable bed F**k what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o And stop f**kin askin me why ruck cut his dreads It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at In a jet black, expedition fishin to get some get back (kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend) [rustee jux] My militant mind's impervious to submission Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division Killa cartel-n-mfc in collision The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission I stomps through the crack slums of mother medina Push weed to stack funds for my mother dina Rustee jux-man, brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin [supreme] Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he dracula You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the Art, who's the next on my chart to mark You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low Rollin black in the back of the fat ex-p-o [tek] Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum In the gat cabin, tek we make it happen You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin Straight extorted, like an irs audit You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it? See you came home frolic, but you show fake love Like the feds try to get close and lay down bugs Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay Didn't know niggas got desert e's and pk's [starang] Me and my crew ride up and down st. james like a pack of great danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up) We ain't connecticut, ain't even sweatin it Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle For your seven-forty beamer, wit your shorty kima in it If you platinum you can drive me through manhattan while I hit it Everywhere I go, I let em know starang's the shit Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit William h. is the name, mfc's the click Y'all niggas takin us out? , y'all smokin the shit (retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat magnum force come to take over) [ruck] Sean p., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys F**kin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides Like d-con, see sean be on some shit from day one Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one Butt-f**kin your chick wit a mothaf**kin gauge son Who said that? ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like craig mack I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back ? happen in? person 'cause I'm hurtin niggas who said that You f**kin wet back, smack you wit the f**k med's pack Then have sex at, the same place I park my lex at [buckshot] The last black gene, green socks Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free And flee from his body back to the ogc I never heard of that nigga, in the first place I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a nigga guillotine shit Heads come off the ? lean? wit one stroke Two tokes from the mack tilly Give a mothaf**ker two to the belly Stop, look and acting like the shot from your ass whippin Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now Fool keep flippin [rock] It's not over, it's not over, oh oh [louieville sluggah] Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page, hostile rage No sugar and sour like lemmonade Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean" So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way Gat and pick straight out the gate When I see yo say "you back up on your duty ? " Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon Starv like marv, I'm on the job First rob and ? slug? mothaf**kers licked the knob Be like that, when I clap back time I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind I rep for mine, here son feel the shine Can't say no names, 'cause all my niggas is on my mind Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money Ja ja, and bring yo ass here to poppa [talking and threats to the end] |
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