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