| It’s about that time, you don’t know, boy?
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| Nigga, it’s 3:57 time, almost four
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| You can holler about all your beef, til ya throat goes sore
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| But if you don’t know Heltah Skeltah, you don’t know war
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| You don’t know Alcatraz, and you don’t know Sean
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| And you couldn’t know ya days is numbered, you almost gone
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| So go on, getting your Joe Schmo on, moron
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| And get your Flo-Jo on, be gone
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| Niggas is fake, your teams faker, scared to rep without ya
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| And they spit at ya car scared, trying to jet without ya
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| That ain’t a throwback, your jersey just old, black
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| Yo, that shit is tore back
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| You sucka niggas, ain’t gon' stunt on G’s
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| Ya’ll lucky, I ain’t impressed
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| Know I got my gun on me, murder at the mothery
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| Cross my heart, hoping you dying
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| One shot, your whole head red, you Conan O’Brien, bitch
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| We incredible…
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| We done shit you never do…
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| We incredible…
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| We too many steps ahead of you…
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| Alotta muthafuckas get in the booth
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| Start talking bout shit that they shouldn’t like snitching is cute
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| These rap niggas get on my nerve
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| I’m bout to slap niggas up, Rock, give me the word (get 'em!)
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| I’m straight wild and I like drugs
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| Wanna battle? |
| 8 Mile or the Fight Club
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| I’m type bugged, need S.S.I
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| Marijuana, Hennessey, duke, I guess I’m high, listen
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| I will Rick James your ho and go broke in the city
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| Me, my wife, your bitch sniffing coke on the titty
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| Listen, we back in the building
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| Fuck rap, got a, package of crack for your children
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| Take it back when I was rapping in Tilden, trying to get us a deal
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| It’s on, now, muthafucka, it’s real
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| It’s Sean, now, duke, the Ruck is still my nickname
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| Heltah Skeltah, bitch, ain’t shit change
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| You niggas can never, never ever, hang, don’t try now
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| Dog, you barely there like Mannie Fresh eyebrows
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| So pipe down or die now, I ain’t battling
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| Fuck rapping, bring 'em to Sachmen, let gats embarass 'em
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| You can catch me on Bristol and Blake, ripping the eight
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| Selling blow, smoking 'dro, and the feeling is great
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| To all my animal lovers, you feeling this ape?
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| Cop the album, start feeling the tape
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| Just in case, I’m renaming both of my hands Laxative and Colonic
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| They ah, smack shit out any nigga who want it
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| My guns rock and roll but only with 'ink you bust'
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| You left 'stained' in a 'puddle of mud', cuz you think you tough, I’m a Monster
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| Yo, unleash the piece, and spank you, boy
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| Bong, release the Beast, I’m Hank McCoy
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| Used to take 'x man', and show no hoes love
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| Now I let the skit blam at them so called thugs |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's Incredible, artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song D.I.R.T. Da Incredible Rap Team, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп