Gang's All Here Lyrics - Singles - Heltah Skeltah

Ayo, 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 with no glock, the show stop when domes pop 

You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow, not 

I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel 

'Cause 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 with the unheard-a, lyritifical 

Beneficial that you never pursue 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 vegetable when I hit you 

Doin' like I should do, bringin' Noyz to my acquittal 

Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with 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 

With 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 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 di-dick 

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 

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 

Many think I ain't got it in me 'cause 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, with 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 beyotch 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 

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 with 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 with me, attack with 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' 

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 that's 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 

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 

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 with 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 

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 cause 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 

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' 

It's not over, it's not over, oh oh 

Yo it was on to the next phase 

Spit ink on a page, hostile rage 

No sugar and sour like lemonade 

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 thug 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 'cause all my niggas is on my mind 

Yo I'm all about me sonny, hand me money 

Ha, ha, and bring yo' ass here to poppa