Heltah Skeltah - Da Beginning Of Da End lyrics

rate me

I rep Hel', fresh out of jail, Brownsville scheming

Ya'll wanna see me up north, but I'm down the hill creeping

Niggas keeping and keeping they beef, with they cops still singing

I'm getting my gwop, still eating

Loudest one in the flock, still street, pass me the pot, I'm still chief

And I'm pacing over you, just a thief on the weekend

Beef with me, into you bleeding and hit with some feces

Sucker MC's, sucker MC, when they run with they feet, bitches

Well, kinda, big Rock's tougher than leather

With slum to get set up, he's dumping forever

The king of pot, there is none higher

You nickel bag smoker, need to call me sire

With Reggie Miller to the Isaac Hayes, straight fire

Who said it, just ight, this bitch a liar

I'm fixing to Ike her, I gets it rock and ready rock

Filled with the Rock, not guilty, y'all feel me

I carry a gun, pa, Marbury your thunder

Switchblade, bitch made, niggas like Un God

All white Nikes with a knife to cut krills

Turn a dead butt like Buffie, bring back pocket of bills

I ain't got mills, but I got a couple of thou'

I ain't got a gun, but I bet I fuck you up now

Fucking with I, have you niggas touching the sky

Wings on your back, Kanye singing the track

Slinging my crack, muthafucka, shopping a demo

I pop at your temple, muthafucka sing about that

Listen, fuck a hip hop, I take ya wrist watch

Put the gun to your tongue and make you lick shots

Make a pit stop, by the piss spot

You wanna take a pull? You can kick rocks

I'm like that's not a gun, this is a gun, we?

Who wanna rumble with me ol' Rockadile Dundee

I rule the underground, I'm Pimp C, Bun B

Lord Jazz Do-It-All and Mr. Funkee

Mr. Bummy FlyJab, some of ya'll mad

I can scrape up one twenty five cash

I had too much dirt to double you niggas

Nothing in the world was gon' keep me from crushing you bitches

Yeah two in your dome rhyme, funeral home time

Announce death to you, I'm Phil Rizzuto with mine

This Puerto Rican bitch called me papi chulo, but I'm

Not with the gwala shit, fill the hollow tip in the nine, I'm

Nice with a nine, I'm nice with the rhyme

52 block will snot box, right in his prime

Line for line, top five dead or alive

Two of them dead, and soon as the other three die

I'm number one!