paroles de chanson Gang's All Here - Heltah Skeltah

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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

I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel Cuz 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

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 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

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 fuck y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps,
Wannabe felonies Fuck 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

Many think I ain't got it in me,
Cuz I'm plenty-friendly It could be because I'm
Skinny But 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
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 fuck wit my head,
Got static I'm buckin you dead I'll bend your body like Craftmatic
Adjustable Bed Fuck what you said,
For y'all I got nuttin but lead-o And stop fuckin 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)

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

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

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

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)

SEAN P., you better recognize,
I be wreckin guys Fuckin 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-fuckin your
Chick wit a mothafuckin 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 cuz I'm hurtin niggas who said that You fuckin wet back,
Smack you wit the fuck 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 mothafucker 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
It's not over, it's not over, oh oh

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?
Mothafuckers 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,
Cuz 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