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Heltah Skeltah
Heltah Skeltah
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahmal Bush
Jahmal Bush
Composer
Sean Price
Sean Price
Composer
John Turner
John Turner
Composer
C. Smith
C. Smith
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Smoke For Most Slept On Entertainment
Smoke For Most Slept On Entertainment
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Haayyoahhh! ahhh. /Rock Iz u wit me. yo throw your hands in the air! All my thugs and soldiers, fuck 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, fuck it even players Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez 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 fuckheads, 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 fuckin-ass mind 'Cause-o, can you deal? Rock Wu-tang are u wit me, well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players Heads on lockdown and those on the run No matter what you do money, stack your gunz 'n onez 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 fuck you up I can snuff a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut What the fuck? y'all niggaz do it the mic ruin Your life by screwin, your wife now cruisin Affect with the motherfuckin 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 Rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, fuck it even players Whether you rap for a living or sell drugs for funds No matter what you do, stack your gunz 'n onez 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 Fuck 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 Rock So iz u wit me? well throw your hands in the air! All my soldiers, thugs, fuck 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, fuck 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 motherfucker Stack your gunz 'n onez, stack your gunz 'n onez Cause ain't nobody safe motherfucker 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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