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Heltah Skeltah f BCC, MFC

Gang`s All Here

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[Thunderfoot]Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too longTo let y`all heads get me hot under my collar through songsAnd best don`t get it twistedMy Magnum Force practice Operation: LockdownAnd don`t you clowns ever forget itThe other half`ll feel my brother`s wrath, that we break throughAnd always been the type to take you there like ?Warren Staples?Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes popYou should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not[Illa Noyz]I set it off on a mission like the SentinelCuz I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I`m mercifulI wrote a few, journals in my Nocturnal stateBlaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremateToo late to run and turn to Rev. RunSome blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heavenStraight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritificalBeneficial, that you never pursure the issueThe ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibblesI kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddleYour mind`s a dead veg-e-table when I hit youDoin like I should do, bringin Noyz to my acquittal[Steele]Wit no discrepency, I rip MC wit no refereeDevil tested me, can`t let him get the best of meWit accuracy, I`ll attack an MCSpittin like I emptied the M-1 from the M-PWit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocityAt a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomyAfter you battle me call me your majesty for masteringThe art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thingTackling the majority, bomb with authorityMore than minority, S-T got seniorityRhymin since Knowledge and Quality wit college degree(Kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a demKill 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 bentIt`s possible that I`m mad, forget ? I`m blind, deaf, and muteTo all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth atI roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip assErases coppers, it`s mandatory, that D-O-C stay shittinLaws and lows to keep you hoes on my didickMy foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit itDoc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get itAnd one false move, I`m guaranteed to be acquitted[Lidu Rock]Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state areaAct up, my MFC niggas`ll have to bury yaAin`t nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shakeI cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottlesRunnin through these streets high-speed at full throttleGhetto role models, so what the fuck y`all tellin meMisdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe feloniesFuck sellin trees man, I smoke too muchI lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutchY`all niggas boast too much, about the shit you gotI hope the money save that ass when the shit get hotIt`s Lidu Rock[Rock]Many think I ain`t got it in me, cuz I`m plenty-friendlyIt could be because I`m skinnyBut I`ll fuck 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 PennySemi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ?it cracks? And creeps morse code, I`m sendin smoke signalsThat`s how my gats beTactics, I crack piece are phenomenalAsk peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab wreakHe`ll tell ya, the boy cause straight Heltah SkeltahI got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt herSo don`t fuck wit my head, got static I`m buckin you deadI`ll bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable BedFuck what you said, for y`all I got nuttin but lead-oAnd stop fuckin askin me why Ruck cut his dreadsIt`s up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest atIn a jet black, Expedition fishin to get some get back (Kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a demKill out to all our enemies, no matter if it`s enemy or friend)[Rustee Jux]My militant mind`s impervious to submissionMaintain in the rank, glorious in this divisionKilla Cartel-N-MFC in collisionThe scene could get bloody, two teams wit one missionI stomps through the crack slums of mother MedinaPush weed to stack funds for my mother DinaRustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenarySome say it`s rap, some say it`s legendaryThe pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftlyMy young legion niggas got smacked on one-fiftyCold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbinI rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin[Supreme]Well it`s the five-eight, hands I`m holdin brothers for ransomOperation generation down to the seeds of your grandsonAnd blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at randomDamn son, got love for thugs singin my anthemI amp them, spittin my raps spectacularForever clappin the rapper that`s bitin like he DraculaYou see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashionersI bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered theArt, who`s the next on my chart to markYou know I swim wit the shark, why y`all niggas wanna startBig gram and knee low, stay on the d-lowRollin black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O[Tek]Well it`s the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimumIn the gat cabin, Tek we make it happenYou just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked whenYou start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashinStraight extorted, like an IRS auditYou never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it?See you came home frolic, but you show fake loveLike the Feds try to get close and lay down bugsTry to skate but got schemed on, you had to layDidn`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 danesAin`t shit changed, see y`all niggas take your gold framesSpit in your face and I`m a have to smack flamesOut your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up)We ain`t Connecticut, ain`t even sweatin itPack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shitSon them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting itI don`t want to be y`all, when we see y`all I`m settin itNiggas on my dick so much I brought a saddleWe can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battleFor your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in itIf you platinum you can drive me through Manhattan while I hit itEverywhere I go, I let em know Starang`s the shitOver three-hundred thousand fans and ain`t never had a hitWilliam H. is the name, MFC`s the clickY`all niggas takin us out?, y`all smokin the shit(Retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take overRetreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over)[Ruck]SEAN P., you better recognize, I be wreckin guysFuckin cockroaches still breathin up your pesticidesLike D-Con, see Sean be on some shit from day oneSpray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay sonRuck made the paper, you could turn to page oneButt-fuckin your chick wit a mothafuckin gauge sonWho said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead thatFor the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig MackI read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back?Happen in? person cuz I`m hurtin niggas who said thatYou fuckin wet back, smack you wit the fuck med`s packThen have sex at, the same place I park my Lex at[Buckshot]The last black gene, green socksServe the fans quick like servin fiend rockUnderstand the scene is locked, when you dead boltHit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black coltThrough the jungle, it`s another rumble when I set it so freeAnd flee from his body back to the OGCI never heard of that nigga, in the first placeI hit him in the worst place, hid the wasteNeed a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I`m a drug dealerSo for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-aStraight give a nigga guillotine shitHeads come off the ?lean? wit one strokeTwo tokes from the mack tillyGive a mothafucker two to the bellyStop, look and acting like the shot from your ass whippinNigga, why you trippin, don`t start slippin nowFool keep flippin[Rock]It`s not over, it`s not over, oh oh[Louieville Sluggah]Yo it was on to the next phaseSpit ink on a page, hostile rageNo sugar and sour like lemmonadeBing came to me in a dream he said "come clean"So I scalped and praise, I`m on my wayGat and pick straight out the gateWhen I see yo say "you back up on your duty ?"Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin

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