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Heltah Skeltah lyrics - Magnum Force

Forget Me Knots

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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

Bloodline Anthem

DMX "The Great Depression"
[Chorus] Believe me! It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know (WHAT!) It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know Believe me! It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know (WHAT!) It's our TIIIIME now.. [DMX] I like my blunts heavily hashed, bitches heavily assed Joints ready to stash, got 'em ready to blast (WHAT!) Give 'em plenty and pass, the thing off (woo!) toss that Get pulled over, we already lost that, of course black (uh!) Floss that, lose that, get that Come up off that You ain't choose that, but you with that, now spit back (c'mon) Y'all niggaz got me all wrong (WHAT!) I'm still a grimy nigga (WHAT!) and I still give it to you, on your song (WHAT!) I let you niggaz live for a minute, you get goofy Told you go 'head, drop a few albums, I'll do a movie (aight) But when I come back, c'mon dog, respect my slot (UHH) Ain't no get in where I fit in, bitch I'm straight to the top (aight) And whoever don't like it, FUCK YOU FAGGOT, bring it! (WHAT!) Nigga don't wanna walk it but, stay tryin to sing it What I gotta start smackin you guys around again Don't make no motherfuckin sense, y'all some grown ass men! [Chorus] [DMX] I don't play with you cats like I used to Cause well I ain't your father (uh-huh) This time it's gon' be a little harder Told niggaz to 'Do You', courtesy of Flex Put out '... And Then There Was X' and then there was X And then there was X again, ain't my next of kin Just some hardheaded dickridin grown-ass men (uhh, uhh) C'mon with the bullshit (WHAT!) please, don't touch that You might, bust yo' gun dog but we bust back (aight) And what's that, a lot of dead homies That ain't yours (UHH) leave it alone, you don't know me Respect the nine or catch a wreckless twenty-nine (ahh) For every bone in your spine (ahh) make a nigga recline (ahh) This whole rap shit is mine (WHAT!) and I'm not sharin (uhh) Niggaz gettin popped every day, not carin (woo!) Peep niggaz starin, but they don't want NUTTIN Nowadays niggaz get it for frontin, motherfucker! Cocksuckin-ass niggaz! [Chorus] [DMX] Now there's a lot of - bitch niggaz that's rich niggaz I stick niggaz (uhh) Pick niggaz and hit niggaz I lift niggaz (uhh, uhh) Wannabe player, stay in the park Cause the grownups is over here, and we drinkin (WHAT!) Fuck is you thinkin (WHAT!) X ain't changed, still with the same shit (uhh) Ain't with the game shit (uhh) bust leave a stain shit (uhh) Watch the game change quick (WHAT!) Some niggaz married to the game Nigga like me Married to the same bitch (c'mon!) I'm a dog from the hood, so I gotta rap from the hood Put a snake and a cat to the wood MAN!! if you, only knew WHAT IT IS!! that I'm, goin through WHEN IT IS!! that I'm, goin through it You ain't gon let me get ahold of that thing, cause I'ma do it! (woo!) Pop, stop drop watch and roll niggaz (uhh) Hold niggaz dog I can't control niggaz! (c'mon!) [Chorus - repeat 2X]

Chedda Brings

GINUWINE "The Senior"
I was ready to change the game before fittin my love to something the same I feel like this one wants it for the same And the bitch don't think I would look again Cause you lost this nigga and a damn good friend Thought you'd stick around like a Clinton stain I was looking forward to those better things Guess it's just the problems that the chedda brings Just the problems that the chedda brings But I finally found my soul sista Convinced I had it all fell in love quicker Been going through it all this time but I'm so sick of Your games I'm so sick of your games You fuckin with the wrong nigga Must be out your mind or on some strong liquor How could I still want you when half the neighborhood's been witcha I can't you've already your chance feelin on my Benjamin's I was ready to change the game before fittin my love to something the same I feel like this one wants it for the same And the bitch don't think I would look again Cause you lost this nigga and a damn good friend Thought you'd stick around like a Clinton stain I was looking forward to those better things Guess it's just the problems that the chedda brings Just the problems that the chedda brings She was a gold digga And she knew how to put a hole in a n**** pocket for the cold figgas Chain you up and whip ya take your poly roly picture Oops black male when she get it on with ya Mmmm she the type to do her thing Type to lock you down for half 'a the estate Come around the way (so fellas beware of the fucking games) She'll ruin your name and empty out the safe I was ready to change the game before fittin my love to something the same I feel like this one wants it for the same And the bitch don't think I would look again Cause you lost this nigga and a damn good friend Thought you'd stick around like a Clinton stain I was looking forward to those better things Guess it's just the problems that the chedda brings Just the problems that the chedda brings I tried I tried again to make it work but how you ask me if I feel the same You always talking bout that you naked and you complain While you were here to cash your check that's under my name Although I'm sweet on you like sugar Cain I gotta bring Look at me dead up in my face and ain't the least of shame Well women come a dime a dozen I got loose change Ready to be and cashed in for my heart's pain God damn the problemsthat this chedda brings [Jose Rap] Jose had this Betty testing her game Using that black gold that's what I get she's gets in my pockets Strings like a lasso It's past dough she's after my G's oush my reality I'm mashed though paying her rent and now she's mad at me Is that so Saying well Jose you're bout to blow Doing songs with Ginuwine, Sole, and Lil' Mo I'm like what you talking I don't know G you don't know me and you've been talking side ways a lil' often And that's why my thing softens I start to lose interest A gold digga with a fetish for riches so bear witness You see the difference between women and chickens Skizers and sisters cause the chedda brings change in teh game we talking figures I was ready to change the game before fittin my love to something the same I feel like this one wants it for the same And the bitch don't think I would look again Cause you lost this nigga and a damn good friend Thought you'd stick around like a Clinton stain I was looking forward to those better things Guess it's just the problems that the chedda brings Just the problems that the chedda brings

O.G. Original Gangster

ICE-T "O.G. Original Gangster"
Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way They rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down With my own sound So I tried to write rhymes Somethin' like them, my boys said, 'That ain't you Ice, That shit sounds like them.' So I sat back, thought up a new track Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure Facts. Motherfuckers got scared Cause they weas unprepaired who would tell it how it relly was Who dared A motherfucker from the West Coast L.A. South Central fool Where the Crips and the Bloods play When I wrote about parties It didn't fit Six in the Mornin' That was the real shit [CHORUS] O.G. Original Gangster When I wrote about parties Someone always died When I tried to write happy Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime Why play ya blind A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm A hardcore player fromhe streets Rappin' bout hardcore topics Over hardcore drum beats a little different Than the average though Jet you thru the fast lane Drop ya on death row Cause anybody who's been there Knows that life ain't sho lovely On the blood-soaked fast track That invincible shit don't work Throw ya in a joint You'll be comin' out feet first So I blst the mic with my style Sometimes I'm ill The other times buck wild But the science is always there I'd be a true sucker If I acted like I didn'T care I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game In a quest for extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At droppin' it straight Point blank and untwisted No imagination needed, cause I lived it This ain't no fuckin' joke This shit is real to me I'm Ice-T O.G. Two weeks ago I was out at the disco Two brothers stepped up to me And said 'Hey yo, Ice We don't think you're down What set ya claimin'' E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'! Dumb motherfucker Try to roll on me, please! I'm protected by a thousand emcees and hoodlums and hustlers And bangers with Jeri curls we won't even count the girls Cause they got my back And I got theirs too Fight for the streets When I'm on Oprah or Donahue They try to sweat a nigga But they just didn'T figure What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger 'He's not your everyday-type Prankster.' I'm Ice-T, the original gangster So step to me If you think that you're ready to Got on your bullet proof Well mine's goin' right thru This ain't no game to me It's hollow fame to me Without respect frome streets So I don't claim be The hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slippin, I can even get worked But I don'T slip that often there's a coffin Waitin' for the brother Who comes off soft when The real fuckin' shit goes down Take a look around all them pussies can be found they talk a mean fight But fight like hoes I'm from South Central, fool Where everything goes Snatch you out your car so fast You'll get whiplash Numbers on your roof top For when the copters pass Gang bangers Don't carry no switch blades Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a Hand grenade Thirty-seven killed Last week in a crack war Hostges tied up And shot in a liquor store Nobody gives a fuck 'The children have to go to school.' Well, moms, good luck Cause the shit's fucked up bad I use my pad and pen And my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun andthe goodtimes But the pen yanks away and explodes And destroys the rhyme Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun! [CHORUS]

Why They Don't Fuck Wit Us

E-40 "Grit Grind"
Verse 1 I use colorful words, you've probably heard From somebody else's lip, but really it's my spit I come from the streets, I'm not from the burbs Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets Money hungry hustlers tryin to make ends meet Stingy young brothas when we walk we squeak Have money, have street, have heart I ain't tryin to bunt, I'm trying to go out the park I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep I'm a vet but I spit like a youngster from the set I ain't trippin, I knew it was political They left us out 'tha Top 50, me and Mystikal I rap fast but you can quote my rhymes The greatest game spitter of all time The most underrated rapper in the game But everybody wanna use my slang Verse 2 I don't know what they was thinkin When they thought what they was thinkin But they shouldn't have thought that I've been a hustla since birth So when the haul me off and put me up in that hearse remember this here verse, I did a song with Fred Durst As far as the independent underground scene I was the first To get a big deal, couple a mil and some mo See that was some change, that was some scrilla back in '94 Playa been eatin off that deal for a while Always did me I never change my style I gave it to ya raw and uncut, 75% of the words I made it up You ask me why I speak the real way I feel How come E-40 so groovy, and y'all so game goofy Partly from the fact that I'm a force They never put me on the cover of The Source Verse 3 Next day, they can't trace the calls I change numbers like a playa changes draw's I'm havin' money, money long stretch like a bungee when Easter comes around ask the Easter Bunny (Easter Bunny do know E-40?) Bet you that playa says That's the homie Ya likely to find me on the Ave, or on the main drag Or on the corner sippin 'gnac out of a brown paper bag I don't need no iron, I'm already creased Enough game to sell sand to a beach Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest Enough game to sell Rickey Rock in Scotty's (??????) I rap fast but you can quote my rhymes The greates game spitter of all time The most underrated rapper in the game But everybody wanna use my slang

Public Service Announcement (Interlude)

JAY-Z "The Black Album"
This is a public service announcement Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records "Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection of history in the making during our generation." [Jay-Z] Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'! Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire I be the, music biz number one supplier Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right Hov', OH - not D.O.C. But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better" I check cheddar like a food inspector My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast" So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this I shoot at you actors like movie directors [laughing] This ain't a movie dog (oh shit) "Now before I finish, let me just say I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm GONE! And I don't care WHAT you think about me - but just remember, when it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now, you'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you JACK!" [Jay-Z] Ving ain't lie I done came through the block in everything that's fly I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex I never claimed to have wings on Nigga I get mine - by any means on whenever there's a drought Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me lyin as if, I am a different man And I could blame my environment but there ain't no reason why I be buyin expensive chains Hope you don't think users are the only abusers niggaz Gettin high within the game If you do then, how would you explain? I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins I got a hustler spirit, nigga period Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer No matter where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just the top layer Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God can judge me, so I'm gone Either love me, or leave me alone

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