Action Speaks Louder Than Words Lyrics - Singles - Geto Boys

( *phone rings* ) 

[ operator ] 

Too black records 

[ james a. smith ] 

Yeah, this is jay 

[ operator ] 

Hold on, jay 

[ too black records representative ] 

Hey jay, long time no hear, man, what's up? 

[ james a. smith ] 

Say man 

People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears 

[ too black records representative ] 

Is that right? 

[ james a. smith ] 

Yeah, it upsets me to hear a world class wreckin' crew- 

? homosexual? disrespect some real soldiers 

[ too black records representative ] 

What time it is then, right? 

[ james a. smith ] 

It's time to mix 5th ward, south park and 69th curbs 

And really let a muthafucka know 

(action speaks louder) 

(action speaks louder than words) 

(action speaks louder) 

[ verse 1: scarface ] 

Roll em up and I smoke em 

Tried to break, so I broke em 

Busted his ass in the head, that's when I grabbed him and choked him 

I'm on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit 

Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick 

Don't fuck with the mastermind, i'ma tell you like that 

Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll still you with a bumper jack 

Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack 

Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin fact 

I'm ragin like manson, I'm a muthafuckin thriller 

Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer 

Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did 

Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived 

I don't fear losin life, cause life just lost me 

Shadow of death keeps followin me and I can't get him off me 

2 years of my life were spent in a mental health 

I'm a treath to society, then again to my fuckin self 

I'm losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin 

'kill that muthafucka!' I hear voices in my head yellin 

Me get caught in a cross, that's absurd 

Your head is a tennis ball and I'm about to serve 

(action speaks louder) 

(action speaks louder than words) 

(action speaks louder) 

[ verse 2: ganksta nip ] 

Bodybags in the bushes, see, I tried to tell em 

I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell em 

My lyrics get deeper and deeper 

Mack 10, 12-guage, tec-9 plus a street sweeper 

Nigga, ganksta nip's in the house 

Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce 

Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky 

I regret I was born, I can't wait till I die 

And leave blood on the curtain 

Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain 

I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water 

Peace to rodney king, I got they ass in slaughter 

Insane is what I am 

I'm like silence of the muthafuckin lambs 

Ganksta nip ain't no bragger-boaster 

Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster 

Step in my face, I'll commence the hittin 

( *3 shots* ) 9 milli ain't bullshittin 

Down with seag from the 69th curbs 

Tell em, triple 6 (action speaks louder than words) 

(action speaks louder) 

(action speaks louder than words) 

(action speaks louder) 

[ verse 3: willie d ] 

Well, first of all.. 

I shock em and clock em and pop em and drop em, flop em, then I mop em 

In they muthafuckin tracks is where I stop em 

Unless you down with a bloody nose 

Save the cussin and fussin and pointin fingers for them hoes 

Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak 

And hit you everywhere but under your feet 

Think it's a game when it ain't 

I'm lettin you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off 

And get ready for your kinfolk 

Your little sister be the first one to get smoked 

Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair 

And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear 

I'm from the bloody 5th and that's it, trick bitch 

You don't know who you're fuckin with 

I break this 10 1/2 so deep in your ass 

That you'll be lookin like a faggot on the rag 

I'm goin for bam like scarface and nip 

What they leave of your ass willie d gonna rip 

All of that muthafuckin talkin is for the birds 

I do this ( *shots* ) cause action speaks louder than words 

(action speaks louder) 

(action speaks louder than words) 

(action speaks louder) 

[ verse 4: seagram ] 

Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk 

Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps 

Talkin real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya 

I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya 

Signin checks that your punk ass can't cash 

Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks 

Who ain't never felt froggish, you won't leap 

Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea 

Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas 

Donald goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers 

It's seag from oakland, the one who lays order 

Quit lyin to kick it and make a run for the border 

Willie d, bushwick, scarface and ganksta nip 

Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin lip 

Too black hooked me, lil' jay booked me 

Shakin em, breakin em, makin and takin em fakin fuckin rookies 

And all that loud shit, nigga, don't start 

They'll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart 

Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord 

Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards 

Straight from the alleys of cali, 69th curbs 

Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords 

(action speaks louder) 

(action speaks louder than words) 

(action speaks louder)