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Song title: Heltah Skeltah - Gang's All Here (feat. MFC & BCC)

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featuring BCC  MFC 
 
 [?] 
 Aiyyo 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 wit no glock the show stop when domes pop 
 You should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not 
 
 [Illa Noyz] 
 I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel 
 Cuz 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 wit the unheard-a, lyritifical 
 Beneficial, that you never pursure 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 veg-e-table when I hit you 
 Doin like I should do, bringin Noyz to my acquittal 
 
 [Steele] 
 Wit no discrepency, I rip MC wit 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 wit 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 Holliday] 
 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 didick 
 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 
 
 [Lidu Rock] 
 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 
 
 [Rock] 
 Many think I ain't got it in me, cuz 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, wit 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 biotch 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) 
 
 [Rustee Jux] 
 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 wit 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 wit me, attack wit 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 
 
 [Supreme] 
 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 thats 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 
 
 [Tek] 
 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 
 
 [Starang] 
 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 wit 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) 
 
 [Ruck] 
 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 cuz 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 
 
 [Buckshot] 
 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 
 
 [Rock] 
 It's not over, it's not over, oh oh 
 
 [Louieville Sluggah] 
 Yo it was on to the next phase 
 Spit ink on a page, hostile rage 
 No sugar and sour like lemmonade 
 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 ?slug? 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, cuz all my niggas is on my mind 
 Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money 
 Ja Ja, and bring yo ass here to poppa 
 
 [talking and threats to the end