( *phone rings* ) [ operator ] Too black records [ james a. smith ] Yeah, this is jay [ operator ] Hold on, jay [ too black records representative ] Hey jay, long time no hear, man, what’s up? [ james a. smith ] Say man People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears [ too black records representative ] Is that right? [ james a. smith ] Yeah, it upsets me to hear a world class wreckin’ crew- ? homosexual? disrespect some real soldiers [ too black records representative ] What time it is then, right? [ james a. smith ] It’s time to mix 5th ward, south park and 69th curbs And really let a muthafucka know
[ verse 1: scarface ] Roll em up and I smoke em Tried to break, so I broke em Busted his ass in the head, that’s when I grabbed him and choked him I’m on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick Don’t fuck with the mastermind, i’ma tell you like that Cause I’m the type of nigga that’ll still you with a bumper jack Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin fact I’m ragin like manson, I’m a muthafuckin thriller Friday 13th’s my birthday, so I was a born killer Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit’s what I shoulda did Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived I don’t fear losin life, cause life just lost me Shadow of death keeps followin me and I can’t get him off me 2 years of my life were spent in a mental health I’m a treath to society, then again to my fuckin self I’m losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin ’kill that muthafucka!’ I hear voices in my head yellin Me get caught in a cross, that’s absurd Your head is a tennis ball and I’m about to serve
[ verse 2: ganksta nip ] Bodybags in the bushes, see, I tried to tell em I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell em My lyrics get deeper and deeper Mack 10, 12-guage, tec-9 plus a street sweeper Nigga, ganksta nip’s in the house Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky I regret I was born, I can’t wait till I die And leave blood on the curtain Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water Peace to rodney king, I got they ass in slaughter Insane is what I am I’m like silence of the muthafuckin lambs Ganksta nip ain’t no bragger-boaster Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster Step in my face, I’ll commence the hittin ( *3 shots* ) 9 milli ain’t bullshittin Down with seag from the 69th curbs Tell em, triple 6 (action speaks louder than words)
[ verse 3: willie d ] Well, first of all.. I shock em and clock em and pop em and drop em, flop em, then I mop em In they muthafuckin tracks is where I stop em Unless you down with a bloody nose Save the cussin and fussin and pointin fingers for them hoes Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak And hit you everywhere but under your feet Think it’s a game when it ain’t I’m lettin you talk, but bitch, I’ll knock yo lips off And get ready for your kinfolk Your little sister be the first one to get smoked Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear I’m from the bloody 5th and that’s it, trick bitch You don’t know who you’re fuckin with I break this 10 1/2 so deep in your ass That you’ll be lookin like a faggot on the rag I’m goin for bam like scarface and nip What they leave of your ass willie d gonna rip All of that muthafuckin talkin is for the birds I do this ( *shots* ) cause action speaks louder than words
[ verse 4: seagram ] Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps Talkin real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya Signin checks that your punk ass can’t cash Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks Who ain’t never felt froggish, you won’t leap Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas Donald goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers It’s seag from oakland, the one who lays order Quit lyin to kick it and make a run for the border Willie d, bushwick, scarface and ganksta nip Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin lip Too black hooked me, lil’ jay booked me Shakin em, breakin em, makin and takin em fakin fuckin rookies And all that loud shit, nigga, don’t start They’ll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards Straight from the alleys of cali, 69th curbs Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords
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