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Heltah Skeltah - "Clans, Posses, Crews & Cliks"
Lyrics to Clans, Posses, Crews & Cliks : [Rock] Aiyyo Son (yo) aiyyo come downstairs Son (what') [batty bwoy] Asshole, asshole, asshole! [Rock] Theres like six bitch-ass niggaz on the corner Son (Aiyyo word') These niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shit Cant tell these niggaz they aint hype They punk smoove bullshit, just meet me downstairs Son Ima 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 it [Verse One: Rock, Ruck] And one time for your mind, one time for the snitch droppin dime Me dont wanna hear you whine when my nines to your spine Glock diss, Rocky, Mountain, energys from my fountain of youth runnin through my brain pounded So dont be found in my clutches If you dont who Sparsky is, then you dont know who Dutch is Dont get snuffed kid, we cause ruckus And rock mad domes while we at it whos the first up to see blackness like the universe Fuck that, niggaz better start runnin for shelter Live and direct with a nine tenth thats that nigga from Heltah Skeltah Word em up I murder ducks who never heard of Ruck plus My mind ills on rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (blahhh) Girls demand me, mad bitches I slam the microphone you hand me till the judge remand me (what) Can we, get along like Rodney, and Rock please Put these niggaz in they proper place cause you cocky I, be the drama bringer wringer of a niggaz neck Wrecker of a set I buck shots with a steel tec Wussy, 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 ROTC I rock heads from Bedrock to Yugoslav-ia Robbin you and your crew blind yeah we do crimes Find that Absoluts fine, or in to behind Now you whine, but yo stop the blood clot cryin Like Screwface, I in the mood to bash your eyes in Devils does know who I am, madman from Heltah Skeltah Mr. Flipster, ROCK, Grandson of Sam As the World Turns in my search for tomorrow I seek the God in life, for some insight Freaky like a golden shower when my golden bowels Hit instrumentals get influential like Colin Powell, now Fuck the world, stick my dick in the dirt Pull tunes on spooks who claim I aint cool like Levert Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel Vexed cause the devil never take me to that next level Its never humble in asphault jungles When you slang rocks and Ricans in back deal with bundles Some may wonder, the evil these two men do, torment you Lyrical landlord, your fuckin rent due [Chorus:] Clans, posses, crews and kliks All yall bitch niggaz can suck my dick Kliks, posses, crews and clans Cant none of yall niggaz fuck with me and my man [Verse Two: Rock, Ruck] Aiyyo, ones for the, shots I pop Twos for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped Threes for the irrational Ruck, bitch! I be Rock and the fours for hip-hop cause with this shit we rip shop Ask me how foul I am, mannn you know damn well it was me that hit your bitch up in my mans van Too plexed your grand-pops then like corn I pop shit You cant flush, fuckin with us youre smacked with hock spit Who dare square with Rock me I break you Tree times worse dan a bumba claat earthquake do Heltah Skeltah is hectic hit the deck then step if you wanna hear your neck click See this center, but really play no basketball I do my shootin with a motherfuckin mac you fall To the floor, OGC hit up everything that come through the door Recognize Heltah Skeltah mean war So whats the reason for the treason, punk you wanna die My mind crucify those who try to defy God cipher devine drop bombs on the blind In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine (hah) Now I (what) want a nigga to come with hand skills Man chill, might end up in a landfill Stand still, nigga you know the position Glocks clickin from niggaz who aint got pots to piss in Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes Me and Rock is this tight (therell never be no fist fights) Youre lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks who sniff coke, now your bitch broke aint no misquote I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom Like Cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision Similar to none Son so it fuckin seem Savages get sewn the fuck up with shots to they spleen [Chorus: x4] [ Clans, Posses, Crews & Cliks Lyrics ]
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