| Hahaha
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| Yeah, Heltah Skeltah (Outlawz)
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| Outlawz
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| Doc
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| MFC, almighty
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| Ruck, yeah, yeah
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| Yo
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| I spit the vocab (vocab) while most fags, go grab/
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| Notepads and brag about they bitch coach bag/
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| I’m layin' in the cut, ready to blast and twist/
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| Any nigga who be thinkin' I’m a pacifist/
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| Yo' ass get this, know you couldn’t last in this/
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| When you ask of the force of the Magnum, bitch/
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| Yo drag this dick, head nigga out the car/
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| Smack 'em up with the heater, give his face some scars/
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| I hate when y’all, niggas try to disrespect/
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| Techniques, next week I will disconnect/
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| Your fuckin' head of your shoulder, when the dread come below the/
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| Boom, black been pullin' mad shit from his holster/
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| Smack ya with accurate lyric loaded transistor/
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| On your radio they don’t know shit about the inflict-ster/
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| Know y’all niggas slept on, me so I crept on/
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| The Ave., then the mack left more buried than Steffon/
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| Yes y’all (hahahahahaha) Who the best in the indusphere/
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| In the vicini’y nigga that disagree than send 'em here/
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| Plenty years, I been puttin' motherfuckin' plenty fear/
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| In the heart of these bitch ass niggas when my semi tear/
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| Who we be?
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| We be the B double O-T-C,-A-M-P
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| Who we be?
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| We be the O-U-T-L-A,-W-Z
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| Verse 2: Rock, Young Noble
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| Livin' this hell like the Skeltah
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| Who can I trust
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| Move emotionless
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| Puffin' this vibe we got among us
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| I’m sick of Niggas livin' legal
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| So we got some Outlawz
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| Push the Southpole
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| Mad Niggas don’t get punched in they mouth hard
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| I got y’all
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| Snatchin' guilty tactics cause you’re ashtray
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| Straight up faggots
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| My Mag spin to make a Nigga backwards
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| Attack shit like some full blooded pimps for sin
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| With tens aimed at your rims (?)
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| Named man with a vengance I’ll make you late for attendance
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| Now I get so stupid
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| Niggas couldn’t complete full sentences
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| We livin'
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| Every single day at full speed, full breed, thugs be
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| Fuck with this, you bleed (you bleed)
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| Now we’re keepin' best act boy at Alcatraz
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| Out for cash
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| Moreno brought it down blast
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| Oringal done clock niggas, fuck these rap niggas
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| And these rats out for cheese (?)
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| What they need is all together
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| All my thugs is to perform
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| If you ain’t down for the cause
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| You can get the fuck off
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| Ya see the moral of the song
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| Is get paid and move on
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| If you ain’t down for the cause
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| You can get the fuck off
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| Crooked cops and politicians
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| Tryin to lead the people more
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| Y’all ain’t down for the cause
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| You can get the fuck off
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| Every day I wake
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| Thank the lord, I made it to the mall
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| Livin' strong and get it on
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| You can get the fuck off
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| 5:49 in the AM, situation mayhem
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| Situation made him
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| Took his last step
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| Crooked came watch his life end
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| Bury 'em
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| In the game of who’s applause
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| Heltah Skeltah made it on
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| Till them thug nation Outlawz
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| Follow course
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| If you ain’t free ya fall
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| Hit 'em up, one-by-one, crew-by-crew, fuck 'em all
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| Say Napoleon stay strong
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| Steady eyes, perfect shot
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| You got a 9 inch bitch?
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| I got a 9, hollow point
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| Just to fuck on some playback shit
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| When y’all can cock
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| You make enemies for what
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| And I ain’t stoppin' till you die
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| Shit is hot like the weed spot on Amsterdam
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| Consume your made man
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| Before your whole plans gotta be revenge
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| Ah no dance to this
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| Let Jehovah be ya witness
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| Another life as long as Michelle
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| Mind of the instend
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| Thug, so it is to see
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| Washed in the blood I bleed
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| Cause the real war shit is movin' fast
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| Verse 4: Napoleon, Doc Holiday
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| We Operating Under Thug Lawz As Warriorz
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| Doc Holiday let’s stock 'em up
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| They get in the line so fuck 'em up
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| They talk to much, but don’t wanna bust
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| Yo Napoleon, why these niggas trippin'
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| Greedy bad boy made 'em slippin'
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| We in Cali (?)
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| We make it side to side
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| Ain’t doin' it right
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| For my poor dad
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| Bitch all my life
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| And the true life
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| These true gods
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| Stick you up like (?)
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| These partners
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| And MC Outlawz his highness
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| When these sneakers behind us
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| Best stress out to find us
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| Who, ho mind yourself
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| And your help
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| Damage when I get the belt
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| When your bailed
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| Fuck your belt
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| I let you jam
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| Life’s a bitch
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| Never then
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| Never leave no evidence
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| Confident, take you fore them presidents
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| Outro:
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| Outlawz
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| We ain’t to steal
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| Forever ride
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| Why not?
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| Mad as fuck
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| Cause I can get the Niggas out for your pride
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| While I’m Young Noble
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| I represent for my young soldiers
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| No doubt we cabbin' to tore shit
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| And all shit is over
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| Outlawz
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| Heltah Skeltah
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| Doc Holiday
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| Almighty
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| Motherfuckers
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| What what
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| Nigga, you don’t like what the fuck you heard
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| So you can get the fuck off
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| Slugs
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| And Makaveli rest in peace
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| Makaveli the Don
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| Killa Kadafi thug in peace
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| Chorus till fade |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.F.C. Lawz, artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song Magnum Force (Int'l Only), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп