Heltah Skeltah - Clans, Posses, Crews & Kliks Lyrics
[rock] aiyyo son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs son (what? )[batty bwoy] *****, *****, *****![rock] theres like six *****-ass niggaz on the corner son(aiyyo word? ) these niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shitCant tell these niggaz they aint hypeThey punk smoove bullshit, just meet me downstairs sonIma set it on these niggaz son[ruck] yo ima be right there man, Im gettin dressed now[rock] these niggaz have no idea son, check it check itVerse one: rock, ruckAnd one time for your mind, one time for the snitch droppin dimeMe dont wanna hear you whine when my nines to your spineGlock diss, rocky, mountain, energys from myFountain of youth runnin through my brain poundedSo dont be found in my clutchesIf you dont who sparsky is, then you dont know who dutch isDont get snuffed kid, we cause ruckusAnd rock mad domes while we at it whos the first upTo see blackness like the universe***** that, niggaz better start runnin for shelterLive and direct with a nine tenth thats that nigga from heltah skeltahWord em up I murder ducks who never heard of ruck plusMy mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh)Girls demand me, mad *****es I slam theMicrophone you hand me till the judge remand me (what)Can we, get along like rodney, and rock pleasePut these niggaz in they proper place cause you *****yI, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz neckWrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel tecWussy, wheres 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 rotcI rock heads from bedrock to yugoslav-iaRobbin you and your crew blind yeah we do crimesFind that absoluts fine, or in to behindNow you whine, but yo stop the blood clot cryinLike screwface, I in the mood to bash your eyes inDevils does know who I am, madman from heltah skeltahMr. flipster, rock, grandson of samAs the world turns in my search for tomorrowI seek the God in life, for some insightFreaky like a golden shower when my golden bowelsHit instrumentals get influential like colin powell, now***** the world, stick my dick in the dirtPull tunes on spooks who claim I aint cool like levertExpert when I network my lyrics like a rebelVexed cause the devil never take me to that next levelIts never humble in asphault junglesWhen you slang rocks and ricans in back deal with bundlesSome may wonder, the evil these two men do, torment youLyrical landlord, your *****in rent dueChorus:Clans, posses, crews and kliksAll yall ***** niggaz can suck my dickKliks, posses, crews and clansCant none of yall niggaz ***** with me and my manVerse two: rock, ruckAiyyo, ones for the, shots I popTwos for the anti-real snakes I fought and droppedThrees for the irrational ruck, *****!I be rock and the fours for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shopAsk me how foul I am, mannn you know damn wellIt was me that hit your ***** up in my mans vanToo plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shitYou cant flush, *****in with us youre smacked with hock spitWho dare square with rock me I break youTree times worse dan a bumba claat earthquake doHeltah skeltah is hectic hit the deck then stepIf you wanna hear your neck clickSee this center, but really play no basketballI do my shootin with a mother*****in mac you fallTo the floor, ogc hit up everything that come through the doorRecognize heltah skeltah mean warSo whats the reason for the treason, punk you wanna dieMy mind crucify those who try to defyGod cipher devine drop bombs on the blindIn the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine (hah)Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand skillsMan chill, might end up in a landfillStand still, nigga you know the positionGlocks clickin from niggaz who aint got pots to piss inPlus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipesMe and rock is this tight (therell never be no fist fights)Youre lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folksWho sniff coke, now your ***** broke aint no misquoteI just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdomLike cyclops I spot fly shots with ill visionSimilar to none son so it *****in seemSavages get sewn the ***** up with shots to they spleenChorus: repeat 4x
