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Heltah Skeltah lyrics - Magnum Force

Gunz 'n Onez (Iz U Wit Me)

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featuring BCC MFC [?] 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 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 [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 Holliday] 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 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 [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) [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 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 [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? 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 [talking and threats to the end]

How High

J. COLE "We Got A Buzz Now"
Whats love got to do, go to do with it I get a little taste then I’m through with it Then I send it right back to you with it (How high) Whats love got to do, go to do with it I get a little taste then I’m through with it Then I send it right back to you with it [Verse 1] Visionary play your position, no missionary But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke You listening to the most high like the Pope on dope Now picture that My poetry’s deep now fish for that Only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas fail Shit you gotta feel like it’s only read in braille Both did the crime but his homie didn’t tell So he fucking bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell Thinking well, what the hell I been on They gave a nigga five then they threw another ten on By the time I’m back on the streets like a bachelor I gotta play the clubs like an old ass woman Life is a movie, pick your own role Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole Sit around crying that's like sitting round dying You wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out flying [Chorus] Nigga how high, so high that I could touch the sky How sick, so sick that I could fuck yo’ bitch Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of G’s And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees Nigga how high, so high that I could touch the sky How sick, so sick that I could fuck yo’ bitch Nigga please, my squad stack plenty of G’s And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees [Verse 2] Hey, as the troubles of the world unfurl My niggas hit the trees like squirrels Tryna get a nut with your girl Think I need to quit trying ‘fore some nigga out there try to hit mine Karma for the karma sutra A lot calmer when the ganja’s through ya You need ya armour cause them niggas out here tryna shoot ya Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda For stashing that marijuana Yes, ya honour, I feel ashamed I broke the law but look I’ll never smoke or steal again In your courtroom wylin’ out, I don’t mean to keep smiling But right now I’m high enough to probably steal a plane Man, just look at me, what if I couldn’t read? Would you throw the book at me What if I’m feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy It’s been a long time coming Tell my nigga roll me up something [Chorus] No I don't smoke, maybe once in a blue When the tention gets thick than there’s nothing to do Through the windows of my soul, open the blind My eyes get shut but I open my mind How high, la la la la how high, hey hey hey how high, yeah yeah yeah yeah How high, la la la la Is that a shot that you threw little man? I understand, you frustrated career ain't going how you planned Make it worse, you’re friends, now when they talk rap All you hear is “J Cole this” and “J Cole that” It must be hard for your projects to take all that I know your weak heart gotta break off that Boy, look, Cole World this is your worst fear I’m burning you niggas and I’m only in first gear I’m serving you niggas this is only the first beer 12 months from now, you’ll be having the worst year No tears for the haters, I’m still counting money Cole ain't dropping, that's real fucking funny Grade A dummy, sleeping on a nigga raps Something like a mummy But I’mma wake yo’ ass up Something like your mommy on school day I smoke two l’s with ya girl this is Cool J How high How high How high, yeah How high, yeah What's love got to do, got to do with it I get a little taste then I’m through with it Yeah I send it right back to you with it

Tough Guyz

MC Eiht "Last Man Standing"
Yo Geah Yo Half Ounce in the house, what? Check it out, check it out Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit, geah We got the ho's locked down Half Ounce in the house It's like this Mon Diggi Yo Stick 'em [MON-DIGGI] My visions outta focus cause I lit the hocus-pocus All I'm leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches Mon-Diggi split your wiggy - probably incidental When I rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies Hesitant to represent You like a bitch in disguise Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys Must I - do the cappin', I would love to keep rappin' But I heard you always packin' and bitch-made when it come to scrappin' Mon-D, sinister M.C. is X-fac'in' Lookin' for your captain so I can smack and P.D. wack him My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back Shiiit, Jackie Chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted Stupid bastard - Diggi blessed the session Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction [EIHT] Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit We gots the ho's locked down from town to town And we keep on payin', don't give a fuck what you sayin' Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit We gots the ho's locked down from town to town And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah [BOOM BAM] We got problems that you wouldn't believe The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed (geah) And I can't lie - cause we all done took part in it And ain't no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done started it You gotta be down for your get down You gotta be ready to put your hit down Then ready to split your grip down (geah) The middle - gotta be fair Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it (check it out) One Time can't maintain no order They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order (chin chin) Against niggas like me that's on the warpath So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy My extra large T-shirt be roomy For the gat that I pack, new jacks that wanna do me L.A. is the place where punks die quick (Half Ounce is the click you can't fuck with) [EIHT] Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit We got the ho's locked down from town to town And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'... Criminal minded's the kingpin, I starts my lootin' Killin' these bitch-ass niggas when I starts my shootin' Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops In the back seat hops as I starts to pop Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another Old dirty E from the C-P-T Still kill from C to shine M.C. Deadly catastrophe Competition, compete it's costly Killing you softly Holes in your body with the shotty (boom boom) Where's the party, it's killin' any - body (geah) Ho's turn silly like the ??? Evil stunts like ??? packs my piece Before I escape, uh Eiht ain't done yet Kill 'em all And ride into the sunset Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit We got the ho's locked down from town to town And we keep on playin' so what you sayin' Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit We got the ho's locked down from town to town And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin' Geah Come on Half Ounce in the house Half Ounce in your mouth bitch


AB-SOUL "These Days..."
[Intro - Ab-Soul:] Jinx what up my nigga? Soulo I get turnt, I get rowdy Backwood full of some of the loudest! I'm fucked up! I get wasted That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted! I'm Twact! (I get high, she get low) Motherfucker I'm Twact! (I get high, she get low) Motherfucker! [Verse 1 - Jinx:] Uh, Twact out till I pass out If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed outFlow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin' House poppin' like a Frat House Keep 16s like a verse nigga Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties I get the dough and bring it home, to the family See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that I pulled up to the function with the pack Turnt in this bitch to the max! [Hook - Doeburger & Jinx:] My nigga I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga I'm twact (she get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga I'm twact (get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga I'm twact (she get low) I don't even know where I'm at Nigga I'm Twact! [Verse 2 - Short Dawg:] I just got home boy I'm glad I made it The Codeine got me activated New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin H Town slang I done poured up a Matt Schaub Drugs got me like woah I'mma twact raw And now on a mission just to get some cheeks If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep And I'm back on the road sipping mud again Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring The cops say "I seen you swerving, tell me why." I told em I ain't even gon' lie... [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:] Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe I might even set up my camera too Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit No, they ain't on and ain't on shit Yeah they on that, I'm on this... And I don't need no necklace cause I be off the chain And all they say is yes when everybody know your name Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most faded in here? [Hook] [Outro:] BMB, TDE Ladi-dadi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ladi-dadi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah! Ah!

You Can Get Murked

JUICY J "Hustle Till I Die"
[Hook:] Don't let the liquor get you killed, I put some hallows in your shirt nigga You can get murked nigga, you can get murked nigga You know I keep the thang on me and let them bullets burst nigga You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga You ol' false flagging fuck boys gone end up in a hearse nigga You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga With your brains blowed out face down in some dirt nigga You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga [Verse 1:] Niggas wanna see me fall But I got the bigger balls Thought you knew I'm from the north I ain't scared of none of y'all Lot of niggas came and gone So that's why I keep the chrome Couple of goons is ready to die Keep the doves up in yo home Every time you see me smoking the fi-fire Eyes so red I'm stain so hi-high Looking like an asian dude from ti-ti OG Kush in my system oh my my Niggas always hating on me Cuz they thing I'm selling D All these hoes be paying me Why you niggas [?] Looking for a handout, I ain't throwing no grams out If I see yo baby mamma, I'ma pull my pants down Old school Chevy so clean the pa-paint Fuck nigga wanna be me you ca-can't Niggas straight high on beams you can't think But I keep a strap in my lap [?] [Hook] [Verse 2:] I bet you wanna grab yo shit, cock it back and make a hit Let them know that you ain't soft, let them know that you legit But you ain't got the nuts, you ain't ever sold hits But you won't force to think, you so hard you a bitch I've been waiting on watching you just get your hands on Hope you stay home, maybe I can get my spray on But its over niggas know you soft like sofas You a fake nigga [?] Why you a lie, Why you a lie Why you a lie, Why you a lie I'ma take you to a river, put a gun between yo eyes Let you beg for yo life, so fuck nigga don't you cry You gonna treat me with respect til the day you fucking die [Hook]


METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Street Life, Raekwon, Masta Killa) [Method Man:] Uh [Masta Killa:] Deadly Melody part two [Method Man] Thats my word It aint safe no more bitch [Masta Killa] Yo yo Brain is punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be upon you Moving with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot the head in, (not sure of this verse) East remains hot with police But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic Extended clip rewind, bust mine, Anytime you reveal your snake is raising actions Observe the magnetic attraction [Method Man] And its time for some grid... [Street Life] ...iron rap, action-packed grudge match Tough act to follow, hard copy novel throw you off the Farasauno We swimmin with these sharks, yo I raked body guard Stamp my initial in your birthmark, P.L.O Plus like a calico, tally ho Black expo, checks in afro, we back yo, Stole-a-mite, crash your wind pipe, with the (right to right) Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot-out street lights [Method Man] Sight beyond sight, late night, city light Tight like a virgin, merging with my aye-a-like Splergin, dirty to the grain, no detergant Filthy, innocent till I'm proven guilty Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin Truth or consequences, life or death sentence I'm hurtin, your person, I'm certain, its curtains [Chorus:] It aint nothing like hip-hop music You like it cause you choose it Most D.J.'s won't refuse it Alot of sucka M.C.'s misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain you'll abuse it The name of the game is rapture This one is completely captured bass [Inspektah Deck] Yo I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlov, 9 Glocks Technique your rhyme part machine gun ammo Sporadic flow buckle the foe, intro to outro Galico, throw verse, we slide my dough first I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go beserk >From the Shao burrow, wylin out on the furlow Commando, style thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermal nuclear degrees Heads of underseas down to the youngest seeds Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze Hundred G's for the garden, the fierce stampede >From the die cast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast Equipped to perform the task S-I-N-Y, and what, had a gut The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust [Killa Sin] We be the world's most fabulous, hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous Killas get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets Extravagent, drop a helicopter high Up into the sky, lines philosiphie Watch my pockets ride, to the bottom bus Confide in God and Sin, I trust the villianous Criminal minded killas rust I intend to build a fortifying man, Mastermind vying men, navigate the globe and retire quick [Raekwon] Aiyyo fluid rap bend, through a black Veluga black act Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap Slang A-K, national, geographical, mathematical Slide up in your worth casual Night air dog, who wear it all, blouse down to bra All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers Sly-workin, network beserk, mad hurting Killing whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomindales , John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo Fuck yall niggas carve my ice through my beige window [door creaking open] [gunshots followed by a car alarm] [Chorus] [Method Man] Spazz Spazzola Ola S-I-N-Y 10304 Lock your door Crack your jaws Drop your draws It's all day everyday with this rap souflee' Muzak...

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