Heltah Skeltah

Heltah Skeltah - Brownsville II Long Beach lyrics

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(feat. Tha Dogg Pound)

[Rock]

Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know

It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there

KnowhatI'msayin? Get with the real, from here

and the real from there

And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere

YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro

[Ruck]

Fucking global, fucking domination in this rap shit

[Rock]

Word is Bon Jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go

Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by the truckload

Or the West Coast, where they show me tons of love

Doc and Tray Deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs

Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast

Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke?

No ass Joke, like Buck or Rakim, long arms like Dahlsim

Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

[Ruck]

What's the deal Pah? I hope shit is peace and love

But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release these slugs

Peep these thugs, Sean Price, MC Most Miraculous

When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit

Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide

Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides

You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die

News fly fast as fuck on how Ruckus done bruised guys

Cornball niggaz screamin, "Ruck you on some other shit"

Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it

What is this? Y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet

You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis

[Rock]

Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here

Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year

From the city of Long Beach to my home Brownsville

Cause real recognize real everytime for real

[Daz]

Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town?

Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound?

My style break blocks corners avenues and drives

It's about time to mash in, it's a ride

Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel

Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits

I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention

as I come through, for you and your crew

It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use

I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless

to step to this, we in effect we dangerous

Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)

Cause Heltah Skeltah and this Pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)

If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)

Game Trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

[Kurupt]

Life without money, that's like breathing with no air

Prepare, there's no love in warfare

Engage, I meet the front page, like Nicholas Cage

and get served, front and center stage

I'm breakin through, throw up your Teflon barriers

And get penetrated, telekinetic superior

Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-D

Hittin every galaxy, throwin up D.P.

[Rock]

We in the house, even when we outdoors

we in the house with dick in your bitch mouth

From here to down South to the Westside, my vocals Test Drive

you crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me

So say OH, you love the real shit frequently

OH for Dogg P-O-U-N-D and B-C-C

Me, Bummy J and the D-A-Z Dillinger and Ruckus

and Kurupt what? We equal fo' bad motherfuckers

You want lumps? We got some, worse than that we got guns

from hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done

Oowops son, and mad Glock 9's, the red dot kind

to make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

[Ruck]

At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees

hopin these, niggaz don't battle the Ruckus vocally

Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be

on some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed

You know it's the, Show After-Party Hotel like Jodeci

Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries

I know you be, on my dick Pah but yo I totally

Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

[Daz]

Now who, wants to be a real dope MC

Like Heltah Skeltah and the D-P-G

Swervin all through your fuckin town

And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah!

[Kurupt]

Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not

That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop

I took tricks to New Jerz to Cape Cod

You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds

And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice

And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice

Who could it be comin through in all blue?

Dogg Pound Gangstaz, number one, number two

Never evade the principle, the top principal

Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin

I lay the cards on the table, take a pick

The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split

That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame

and format crumble right before his eyes into pieces

Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind

No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes

Waitin for poetical Satan, creatin slaughters

Runnin through camps like Walter Payton

I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes

You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes

Motherfucker

[Daz]

Yeah, and that's how we do it

Heltah Skeltah and Tha Dogg Pound

Runnin this motherfucker

Yeah!

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