Heltah Skeltah - Da Beginning of Da End lyrics
[Heltah Skeltah - Da Beginning of Da End lyrics]
Out on bail, fresh out of jail
Brownsville scheming
Y'all wanna see me up north
But I'm down the hill creeping
Niggas keeping and keeping they beef
Wit they cops still singing
I'm getting my gwap, still eating
Loudest one in the flock, still screaming
Pass me the pot, I'm still chiefin'
And I'm pacing over you
Just a thief on the weekend beefing with me
Will get you bleeding in a
Heap with some feces
Sucker MC's, sucker MC, when they
Run wit they feet, bitches
Well, kinda, big Rock's tougher than leather
Wit slum to get set up, he's dumping forever
The king of pot, there is none higher
You nickel bag smoker, need to call me sire
With Reggie Miller to the Isaac Hayes
Straight fire
Who said it, just ight, this bitch a liar
I'm fixing to Ike her
I gets it rock and ready rock
Rock filthy but Rock, not guilty
Y'all feel me
I carry a gun, pa, barbarian thundarr
Switchblade, bitch made, niggas like en garde
All white Nikes wit a knife to cut krills
Bernadette butt like Buffy when
Back pocket of bills i ain't got mills
But I got a couple of thou'
I ain't got a gun
But I bet I fuck you up now fucking with I
Have you niggas touching the sky
Wings on your back, Kanye singing the track
Slinging my crack, muthafucka
Shopping a demo i pop at your temple
Muthafucka sing about that
Listen, fuck a hip hop
I'll take ya wrist watch
Put the gun to your tongue
And make you lick shots
Make a pit stop, by the piff spot
You wanna take a pull? Nigga kick rocks
I'm like that's not a gun, this is a gun, B
Who wanna romp with me, the Rockadile Dundee
I rule the underground, I'm Pimp C, Bun B
Lord Jazz Do-It-All and Mr funkee
Mr bummy FlyJab, some of ya'll mad
I can scrape up one twenty five cash
I had too much dirt to dump on you niggas
Nothing in the world was gon' keep
Me from crushing you bitches
Yeah two in your dome rhyme
Funeral home time announce death to you
I'm Phil Rizzuto with mine
This Puerto Rican bitch called me papi chulo
But I'm not with the gwala shit, fill the
Hollow tip in the nine, i'm
Nice with a nine, I'm nice with the rhyme
52 block your snot box, Mike in his prime
Line for line, top five dead or alive
Two of them dead
And soon as the other three die
I'm number one!
Brownsville scheming
Y'all wanna see me up north
But I'm down the hill creeping
Niggas keeping and keeping they beef
Wit they cops still singing
I'm getting my gwap, still eating
Loudest one in the flock, still screaming
Pass me the pot, I'm still chiefin'
And I'm pacing over you
Just a thief on the weekend beefing with me
Will get you bleeding in a
Heap with some feces
Sucker MC's, sucker MC, when they
Run wit they feet, bitches
Well, kinda, big Rock's tougher than leather
Wit slum to get set up, he's dumping forever
The king of pot, there is none higher
You nickel bag smoker, need to call me sire
With Reggie Miller to the Isaac Hayes
Straight fire
Who said it, just ight, this bitch a liar
I'm fixing to Ike her
I gets it rock and ready rock
Rock filthy but Rock, not guilty
Y'all feel me
I carry a gun, pa, barbarian thundarr
Switchblade, bitch made, niggas like en garde
All white Nikes wit a knife to cut krills
Bernadette butt like Buffy when
Back pocket of bills i ain't got mills
But I got a couple of thou'
I ain't got a gun
But I bet I fuck you up now fucking with I
Have you niggas touching the sky
Wings on your back, Kanye singing the track
Slinging my crack, muthafucka
Shopping a demo i pop at your temple
Muthafucka sing about that
Listen, fuck a hip hop
I'll take ya wrist watch
Put the gun to your tongue
And make you lick shots
Make a pit stop, by the piff spot
You wanna take a pull? Nigga kick rocks
I'm like that's not a gun, this is a gun, B
Who wanna romp with me, the Rockadile Dundee
I rule the underground, I'm Pimp C, Bun B
Lord Jazz Do-It-All and Mr funkee
Mr bummy FlyJab, some of ya'll mad
I can scrape up one twenty five cash
I had too much dirt to dump on you niggas
Nothing in the world was gon' keep
Me from crushing you bitches
Yeah two in your dome rhyme
Funeral home time announce death to you
I'm Phil Rizzuto with mine
This Puerto Rican bitch called me papi chulo
But I'm not with the gwala shit, fill the
Hollow tip in the nine, i'm
Nice with a nine, I'm nice with the rhyme
52 block your snot box, Mike in his prime
Line for line, top five dead or alive
Two of them dead
And soon as the other three die
I'm number one!