Heltah Skeltah Blah Lyrics

[top dog]

You must be blind and deaf
To think that you can test
Originoo gunn clappz 2 to yo chest
(pumm! pumm!)
May the buddha bless you where they rest you
Underground, where you hear the sound
Bucktown!
Home where we roam
Pack mad chrome
So n____s watch your dome-piece
Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your m_________in head
Batty bwoy gwan dead

[ruck]

Time for some action
d___ in yo mouth satisfaction
I pull it out you breathe again like toni braxton
Im askin n____s, but Im blastin n____s
Yo we pass dem n____s, so the ruck just laugh at n____s
My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills
So Ill drill styles that keep the mine filled
Blunts get smoked and chumps get choked
When they try to quote the notes that b-i-g ruck wrote
So ah make way for the master blaster
Who blast past b______s, cuz my s___s mastered,uh

Chorus:

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The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz
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The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz
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The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz

[louieville sluggah]

Well its the louieville sluggah m_________a
Straight outta bucktown!
Word to mother, s___ is real f___in with this crowd
Times is hard, n____s do need a bodyguard
To block the body scars, bootcamp always stand in charge
I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger n____s
All them bigger n____s scared to death of all us little n____s
And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our backs
So n____ grab ya gat, cuz you could catch a head clap
Slap the n____ face up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or catch 2 strays straight to ya face
You punk p____, yous a rookie
Ima play your a__ like a hot day of hookie, so push me
Ill stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth
The truth you shoulda let loose

(chorus)

[rock]

Ayo, go get your boys
Tell em bring the noise if ya want want it
(f___ dem n____s!)
Try and run up on this n____ that stay blunted
That n____ rock still livin ill
I will kill at will
And fill you up from yo gut to yo grill
(tell em sam, tell em sam)
Nah, man that be my grandpops
I slam cops for glocks
And buck shots all over your block
I cant believe there really be non-believers
Who wanna see the rock give em growing pains like mike seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz
So act up, we strapped
(what!)
Boot camps thick in this b____
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff s___

[starang]

n____s get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus
f___ around and get that a__ bust
Standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened
f___in with the starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin
Awesome, tossin n____s like steve austin
n____s get baked like beans thats straight from boston
And my glocks make s___ hot, cops get
More nervous than thursdays on the box
And every now and then a sucka trys to attack
Heltah skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the back
So act, like you want the mac to ya grill
Embrace my face its kill or be killed

(chorus)

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Its the heltah skeltah gunn clappaz
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