| Yeah, this is Jay
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| Hold on, Jay
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| Hey Jay, long time no hear, man, what’s up?
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| Say man
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| People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
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| Is that right?
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| Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew-
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| ?Homosexual? |
| disrespect some real soldiers
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| What time it is then, right?
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| It’s time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs
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| And really let a muthafucka know
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| (Action speaks louder than words)
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| Roll em up and I smoke em
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| Tried to break, so I broke em
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| Busted his ass in the head, that’s when I grabbed him and choked him
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| I’m on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit
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| Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick
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| Don’t fuck with the mastermind, I’ma tell you like that
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| Cause I’m the type of nigga that’ll still you with a bumper jack
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| Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
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| Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin fact
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| I’m ragin like Manson, I’m a muthafuckin thriller
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| Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer
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| Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit’s what I shoulda did
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| Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
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| I don’t fear losin life, cause life just lost me
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| Shadow of death keeps followin me and I can’t get him off me
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| 2 years of my life were spent in a mental health
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| I’m a treath to society, then again to my fuckin self
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| I’m losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin
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| 'Kill that muthafucka!' |
| I hear voices in my head yellin
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| Me get caught in a cross, that’s absurd
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| Your head is a tennis ball and I’m about to serve
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| (Action speaks louder than words)
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| Bodybags in the bushes, see, I tried to tell em
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| I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell em
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| My lyrics get deeper and deeper
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| Mack 10, 12-guage, Tec-9 plus a Street Sweeper
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| Nigga, Ganksta NIP’s in the house
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| Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce
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| Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky
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| I regret I was born, I can’t wait till I die
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| And leave blood on the curtain
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| Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain
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| I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water
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| Peace to Rodney King, I got they ass in slaughter
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| Insane is what I am
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| I’m like Silence of the muthafuckin Lambs
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| Ganksta NIP ain’t no bragger-boaster
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| Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster
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| Step in my face, I’ll commence the hittin
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| (*3 shots*) 9 milli ain’t bullshittin
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| Down with Seag from the 69th Curbs
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| Tell em, Triple 6 (action speaks louder than words)
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| (Action speaks louder than words)
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| Well, first of all.
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| I shock em and clock em and pop em and drop em, flop em, then I mop em
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| In they muthafuckin tracks is where I stop em
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| Unless you down with a bloody nose
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| Save the cussin and fussin and pointin fingers for them hoes
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| Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
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| And hit you everywhere but under your feet
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| Think it’s a game when it ain’t
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| I’m lettin you talk, but bitch, I’ll knock yo lips off
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| And get ready for your kinfolk
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| Your little sister be the first one to get smoked
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| Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
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| And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
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| I’m from the bloody 5th and that’s it, trick bitch
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| You don’t know who you’re fuckin with
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| I break this 10 ½ so deep in your ass
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| That you’ll be lookin like a faggot on the rag
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| I’m goin for bam like Scarface and NIP
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| What they leave of your ass Willie D gonna rip
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| All of that muthafuckin talkin is for the birds
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| I do this (*shots*) cause action speaks louder than words
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| (Action speaks louder than words)
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk
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| Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps
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| Talkin real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya
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| I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
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| Signin checks that your punk ass can’t cash
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| Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks
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| Who ain’t never felt froggish, you won’t leap
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| Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea
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| Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas
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| Donald Goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers
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| It’s Seag from Oakland, the one who lays order
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| Quit lyin to kick it and make a run for the border
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| Willie D, Bushwick, Scarface and Ganksta NIP
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| Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin lip
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| Too Black hooked me, Lil' Jay booked me
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| Shakin em, breakin em, makin and takin em fakin fuckin rookies
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| And all that loud shit, nigga, don’t start
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| They’ll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart
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| Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord
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| Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards
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| Straight from the alleys of Cali, 69th Curbs
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| Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords
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| (Action speaks louder)
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| (Action speaks louder than words)
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| (Action speaks louder) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Action Speaks Louder Than Words , by - Geto Boys. Song from the album Uncut Dope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп