Heltah Skeltah Lyrics

Heltah Skeltah Lyrics

"Forget Me Knots Lyrics"

Doin' What I Did Lyrics
(Dwight Yoakam) Hey, when C.C. Rider was just a snot-nosed kid I was already known for doin' what I did The women all screamed as I walked by My daddy would curse me And my momma'd start to cry 'Cause I was known yeah for doin' what I did My reputation was strong, hey for doing what I did It ain't no way they could ever get kissed 'Cause I was just too well known for doin' what I did Hey, my momma called the preacher, called up everyone she knew All of her friends .... When old Casanova was a just love-sick pup I'

[Ruck]
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me
* repeat 2X *

"Hardcore, far more than the average"

[Rock]
To all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm still the same
Won't let the game change me, I'm trying to change the game
This shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Timbs
or hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- fuck ya!
You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players
Fuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators
Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers
At the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is
They tell you Rock, tellin me, "Don't act no fool"
"You heard of scotch on the rocks?" I make the whole shit cool
But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin
Deep rollin heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum

[Ruck]
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

"Hardcore, far more than the average"
Hands Down Lyrics
All about control, that's the plan Hitting her makes you feel like a man It's a sick and twisted brutal game Won't stay silent to this abusive shame Can't justify raising those hands Don't raise your hands [Chorus] And you say she had it coming She's out of control But there is no excuse for this No way to quantify the toll It's not right to hit her, to instill fear Or keep her down... Hands down! Got to talk it out peacefully, kill that siren sound Cause this is it All night shouting rips through quiet

[Rock]
M.F.C.!!
Hey hey, that's my partner Price man
The whole industry's against him and me
Like thugs are to death penalties
but we got the remedy for all that punk shit
One clip up in the macra
make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers
Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me
But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth
Alcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap shit
Got locked behind bars, fluck the actin
All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies
Stay forever rowdy, niggaz _It's Your World_ like Bobby
Rob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese
when it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin
Reppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin
Whylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them
Before I'm out the door big up my Outlaw niggaz
My hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz

[Ruck]
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

"Hardcore, far more than the average"
* repeat 2X *

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Space Brothers Lyrics
Are we not alone living on the third stone more stars than we can ever see the heavens stretch infinitely space brothers peeping down take a good look around earth's not all greed adn strife we have some intelligent life terrans are not all fools barbarian, ruthless and cruel leaders lead and followers follow space brothers we await tomorrow space brothers we are not afraid of friends we haven't made take us when you fly to your bright sentinel of the sky
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To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me
Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps
We sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap
You better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone
I doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the Ruckus without fun
Aiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a nigga clout son
Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son
Without them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me
"Are you fuckin my sister man?" when that bitch Butch like Cassidy
HELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow
Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro
His man yelled, "Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats,
we all black" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped
I saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place
Just a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace
The worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up
Fuck up my rap product and back to crack narcotics
The moral of this story is -- there is no moral God
Just my shit is hard, and if you
Back Home In Derry Lyrics
Back Home In Derry (Traditional melody; lyrics by B Sands) In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn't all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried And rusty iron chains we sighed for our wanes As our good wives we left home in sorrow As the main sails unfurled our curses we hurled On the English and thought of tomorrow Woah-oh-oh-oh I wish I was back home in Derry Woah-oh-oh-oh I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as our bough fought the
shit ain't like us
youse a fraud, motherfucker

[Rock]
Word up
Straight like that
Fuck one of y'all niggaz up

"Hardcore, far more than the average"

[Ruck]
To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

"Hardcore, far more than the average"

(what, uh-huh, see you in hell motherfucker)

To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
The game change.. but fuck y'all

"Hardcore, far more than the average"

Still in there, word up
Heltah Skeltah what the fuck

[Rock]
Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a Walkman on you
with no motherfuckin frequency, nigga

"Hardcore, far more than the average"

Dip your ass in honey

"Hardcore, far more than the average"

and then just get the flies to ? you motherfucker
You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of bitches

"Hardcore, far more than the average"

[Ruck]
Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit