Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leflah, artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song Cut Killer Show, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.1997
Record label: Double H
Song language: English
Leflah |
| Yes |
| The name of this shit here is |
| Leflour Leflah Eshkoshka |
| The Fab 5 |
| Yes yes y’all (yes y’all) |
| O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y’all (best y’all) |
| Fab 5 slam from East to West y’all (West y’all) |
| Sound pound straight through your bubble vest y’all (vest y’all) |
| and check yo chest y’all (chest y’all) |
| Ay curumba Strang gun clappa number |
| one on tha set man I cut ya like lumber |
| still play the back in my thundergear down to my underwear |
| make all you motherfuckers wonder where |
| I come from, 'cause motherfuck Dapper Dan |
| I’m a gun clappa fan plus I run rappers stand |
| Fab 5, mad live blow up the spot |
| Dru Ha gets the paper Black Moon still gets the props |
| Eh yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K |
| send mc’s to me in squads of three say |
| Rockness Monsta, is he for real? |
| It can’t be |
| See him in action as he transform that man’s me |
| Enemies ain’t Kotter, ain’t no Welcome Back in my home or |
| knots get blown like cordless slots and payphones |
| Phone home or Return like Jedi |
| I bet I can without lai give yo' stupid ass a red eye |
| Me nah like |
| niggaz who cant see pass a likkle bit of light |
| you come tess the champion ya gwan die tonight |
| And 6 feet deep is where you sleep |
| eternally restin in peace you felt relief |
| Now big up to all my true headz in the East |
| Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat |
| You best ta believe that Fab 5 got my back |
| (got my back) It’s like dat |
| I control the masses, wit metaphors thats massive |
| Don’t ask if the nigga Ruckest bash shit like Cassius |
| I’m drastic, when it comes to verbs I be flippin |
| 'Cause herbs jus be shittin off the words I be kickin |
| I scold you, double headed swords for the petty |
| but I told you, bitch niggaz that Headz Aint Ready |
| Now I mold you, back to the bitch that you are |
| fuckin wit the Ruckest get bruised, battered and scarred |
| Guess who, punk chump, your brain jus blew |
| It’s the Originoo Gun Clappa two |
| Rushin through, three on three you can’t see we |
| 'Cause we stay tight and not many niggas wanna fight |
| So sneak in where a nigga in the cipher of the camp |
| Jus got amped so I took em out for a dance |
| Bigga triggas fallin down |
| Like the bridges of London, but ain’t too many niggaz runnin |
| Aiyyo why oh why did I need cappucino |
| Scar on my face but I’m not Al Pacino |
| (We 3 amigos) Sparsky and Dutch we bring mo' |
| drama than what? |
| (A primetime nbc tv show) |
| (Headz don’t know and damn sure ain’t ready) |
| (Niggas walk the street wit more Boop than Betty) |
| Shit’ll get heavy (back of the tree now surrender) |
| (My pon hits yo mind mix thoughts like a blender) |
| Then I dish off from a shooting guard to a center |
| Like Rockafella you hit rock bottom when you enter |
| (O.G.C. rush the scene, the mission from backup) Yeah |
| (Baseball bats attack like Jersey fools that act up) Act up |
| (Folks is passed now, petrol, go get dough) |
| (Pepto-Bismol before this nigga let go) |
| He said go what you do grew screwed I blew through |
| two crews who claim they got funk maybe true 'cause they doo-doo |
| Everybody framed, ain’t nobody yappin no more |
| I’ve evidence on your click so y’all niggaz hit the floor |
| With that mouth murderin you got that ass in hot water |
| Now I just oughta send a piece to your headquarters |
| to take away your stripe, you fucked up tonight |
| You don’t do right you’re gwan get dead to spite |
| Our click foundation stays thick through the war |
| I’m keepin my eye out for infiltrators at the door |
| It’s a shame how these mc’s are wannabees |
| front on these and get hung up like dungarees (please) |
| ease off selecta Strangle wrecks ya |
| plus bust asses on whoever passes through my sector |
| (So what you gonna do when you stuck at thirty-two) |
| (degrees please, get off yo knees and follow these) |
| (now swallow these, buckshots from the rifle) |
| (then I will make niggaz Beat It and Scream just like Michael) |
| So how many corny mc’s gwan try |
| when Strang sets shit off like the 4th of July |
| (Nobody) Why? |
| ('Cause everybody gets bodies my brother) |
| (I smother a nigga then Ruck bounce like rubber) |
| Step to tha stage set the microphone on fire |
| Yo desires, they call me siah 'cause I’m flyer |
| Live like wires, beast from the East who is he |
| When I roar like a grizzly they say damn he gets busy |