Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hellz Kitchen, artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song D.I.R.T. Da Incredible Rap Team, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.09.2008
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Hellz Kitchen |
| Listen, if I die tonight, don’t stress yourself bitching |
| Cuz a big Thanksgiving size plate waiting for me in Hellz Kitchen |
| Hell’s Angels gon' do my bidding like I’m Charlie’s Devil’s rejects |
| He kicked me out for robbing zombies |
| And I’m right back like I forgot my keys |
| On the block slinging shots for cheese, that’s a fair trade |
| A hustle’s a hustle, my hustle is muscle |
| We dump til you buckle, leave you fiending fuckers in puddles |
| None of you wanna dance with the devil, save me the last dance |
| Been a gat man since Marques Houston was Batman |
| You Della Reese, get smacked with a top of a trash can |
| I’m quick, nah, bitch, not quick like ya last mans |
| Sackman street slaughterhouse, spartan savagery |
| Murder muthafuckas, monster mashary, assault and battery |
| At the least, B, I promise, you haters |
| I show you grocery, without a bodega, you bitch bastards |
| Will heat your bird, rotisserie ducks |
| Not just birds, we heating all beef up |
| Not just beef, we heating these streets up |
| Don’t stop there, we heat whole cities up |
| Why stop there, we heat countries up |
| All off the heat off one CD, yup |
| Can’t take the heat, get up out of this bitching |
| I’m welcoming real niggas to Hellz Kitchen, listen |
| Yo, peep the food for thought, if food were thoughts |
| I’d be Lean Cuisine, you Mushu Pork |
| Napoleon complex, pa, you too short |
| Can’t, rock with the God, nor box with the God |
| Listen, I paid my dues, I’m paid, my shoes |
| Cost so much to look at 'em, charge pay-per-view |
| My gun game crazy, the fifth spit I |
| Kill man, woman & child, ala Chris Benoit |
| Sean Price, is not the brokest rapper you know |
| Blow G’s on trees, rolling tobacco and smoke |
| Puff my trees, don’t fuck with P |
| You a new born I’m dealing with these plus degrees |
| Peace God, you see my success? |
| I’m trying to succeed |
| You niggas suck cess in blunts and suck seeds |
| This is the Boot Camp Show, I’m your host |
| Most definite, the best in ya row, coast to coast, P |
| I’m just gon' say it, yo, we the hardest tag team ever |
| You better than them niggas 'Catraz and P? |
| Never |
| Disrespect us if you wanna, get ya teeth messed up |
| Deal with angry Robert Blake, that’s the mean Beretta |
| We Da Incredible Rap Team, muthafucking rap G’s |
| Suckas never catch me, up in them slim ass jeans, ya’ll some bustas |
| I think you gay, you might be |
| Catching giant balls on your head like you David Karee |
| Yo, Kanye West welcomed niggas to the Good Life |
| Sean stay stressed, welcome niggas to a hood knife |
| Niggas ain’t crazy, they ain’t ready for a hood fight |
| Rock a bye baby, with the eighty, pa, good night |
| Pa, you the shook type, know your kind |
| Niggas like you, ain’t even supposed to rhyme |
| Listen, I used your CD for a coaster |
| B.C.C.C., Sean P and I toast ya |