Clans, Posses, Crews & Kliks Lyrics - Singles - Heltah Skeltah

[rock] aiyyo son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs son (what? ) 

[batty bwoy] asshole, asshole, asshole! 

[rock] there's like six bitch-ass niggaz on the corner son 

(aiyyo word? ) these niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shit 

Can't tell these niggaz they ain't hype 

They punk smoove bullshit, just meet me downstairs son 

I'ma set it on these niggaz son 

[ruck] yo i'ma be right there man, I'm gettin dressed now 

[rock] these niggaz have no idea son, check it check it 

Verse one: rock, ruck 

And one time for your mind, one time for the snitch droppin dime 

Me don't wanna hear you whine when my nine's to your spine 

Glock diss, rocky, mountain, energy's from my 

Fountain of youth runnin through my brain pounded 

So don't be found in my clutches 

If you don't who sparsky is, then you don't know who dutch is 

Don't get snuffed kid, we cause ruckus 

And rock mad domes while we at it who's the first up 

To see blackness like the universe 

Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for shelter 

Live and direct with a nine tenth that's that nigga from heltah skeltah 

Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of ruck plus 

My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh) 

Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam the 

Microphone you hand me till the judge remand me (what) 

Can we, get along like rodney, and rock please 

Put these niggaz in they proper place cause you cocky 

I, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz neck 

Wrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel tec 

Wussy, where's all them suckers talkin tracks bout they rnrin 

(they heard us comin and turned to track stars, check it) 

I be, never sloppy, I be rotc 

I rock heads from bedrock to yugoslav-ia 

Robbin you and your crew blind yeah we do crimes 

Find that absolut's fine, or in to behind 

Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot cryin 

Like screwface, I in the mood to bash your eyes in 

Devils does know who I am, madman from heltah skeltah 

Mr. flipster, rock, grandson of sam 

As the world turns in my search for tomorrow 

I seek the God in life, for some insight 

Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels 

Hit instrumentals get influential like colin powell, now 

Fuck the world, stick my dick in the dirt 

Pull tunes on spooks who claim I ain't cool like levert 

Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel 

Vexed cause the devil never take me to that next level 

It's never humble in asphault jungles 

When you slang rocks and ricans in back deal with bundles 

Some may wonder, the evil these two men do, torment you 

Lyrical landlord, your fuckin rent due 

Chorus: 

Clans, posses, crews and kliks 

All y'all bitch niggaz can suck my dick 

Kliks, posses, crews and clans 

Can't none of y'all niggaz fuck with me and my man 

Verse two: rock, ruck 

Aiyyo, one's for the, shots I pop 

Two's for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped 

Three's for the irrational ruck, bitch! 

I be rock and the four's for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop 

Ask me how foul I am, mannn you know damn well 

It was me that hit your bitch up in my man's van 

Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit 

You can't flush, fuckin with us you're smacked with hock spit 

Who dare square with rock me I break you 

Tree times worse dan a bumba claat earthquake do 

Heltah skeltah is hectic hit the deck then step 

If you wanna hear your neck click 

See this center, but really play no basketball 

I do my shootin with a motherfuckin mac you fall 

To the floor, ogc hit up everything that come through the door 

Recognize heltah skeltah mean war 

So what's the reason for the treason, punk you wanna die 

My mind crucify those who try to defy 

God cipher devine drop bombs on the blind 

In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine (hah) 

Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand skills 

Man chill, might end up in a landfill 

Stand still, nigga you know the position 

Glocks clickin from niggaz who ain't got pots to piss in 

Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes 

Me and rock is this tight (there'll never be no fist fights) 

You're lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks 

Who sniff coke, now your bitch broke ain't no misquote 

I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom 

Like cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision 

Similar to none son so it fuckin seem 

Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they spleen 

Chorus: repeat 4x