Method Man, Kash Verrazano, Rock (Heltah Skeltah) - Bridge Boys lyrics
[Method Man, Kash Verrazano, Rock Heltah Skeltah - Bridge Boys lyrics]
Rockness, what up? Ron Browz, what up?
Staten Island, what up? Hanz, what up?
Apple, what up? Time to go in, hah
Ch'yeah
Feel the tension when I walk into a room
Watch your step and watch your tone, boy
You talkin' to a goon
Been a problem since them old heads
Was snortin' off the spoon
Half you rappers gettin' shortbread
And offered Lorna Doones
Put a ratchet on your forehead
I'm talkin' to baboons
I remain a Major Payne if you
Ain't part of my platoons
I'm a warhead, you know
Big explosion with the 'shroom
It's the sandman
They hopin' I don't show up with the broom
That's a sweeper
They knockin' at your door, that's the reaper
With lead arms all around your head
That's a sleeper
Rappers paranoid, that's the reefer
I mean if she a bad broad
And let you raw dog, that's a keeper
My sisters, they don't rock with my dad
My moms either now I'm here with Rock
I'ma dad with mom's features
Ironic, I never make a threat
That I couldn't promise be honest
I'm dope and I ain't never spoke ebonics
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
(But tell 'em I'm hood famous)
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
One more blunt 'cause I'm faded
(Blunt 'cause I'm faded)
Just for the niggas that hate it
(Niggas that hate it)
1010 WINS, hindsight's 20 20
Thirty-thirty up in 40
40, light somethin' ugly
It's a fifty-fifty chance niggas
Gon' die over nothin'
Get hit, sit calm, nigga, try somethin' funny
Road warrior
Musa almost got locked up abroad
Heard you snitchin' on bitches, dude
You locked up a broad
Maybe Jamaican fakin' but you would not
No reward
Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy
I'm not a mama's boy but I am my mama's boy
For her, I would gladly go nuts
That's my Almond Joy
I ain't no boy scout but your boy scout
Your boy like a scout and report
Put one in your boy's scalp (Boom)
Meth'll manhandle your man and you
I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap
Blam dude don't get your hands dirty, son
Son gon' do his whole fam dirty
Word to P and Dirty
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
(But tell 'em I'm hood famous)
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
One more blunt 'cause I'm faded
(Blunt 'cause I'm faded)
Just for the niggas that hate it
(For the niggas that hate it, yeah)
Staten Island, what up? Hanz, what up?
Apple, what up? Time to go in, hah
Ch'yeah
Feel the tension when I walk into a room
Watch your step and watch your tone, boy
You talkin' to a goon
Been a problem since them old heads
Was snortin' off the spoon
Half you rappers gettin' shortbread
And offered Lorna Doones
Put a ratchet on your forehead
I'm talkin' to baboons
I remain a Major Payne if you
Ain't part of my platoons
I'm a warhead, you know
Big explosion with the 'shroom
It's the sandman
They hopin' I don't show up with the broom
That's a sweeper
They knockin' at your door, that's the reaper
With lead arms all around your head
That's a sleeper
Rappers paranoid, that's the reefer
I mean if she a bad broad
And let you raw dog, that's a keeper
My sisters, they don't rock with my dad
My moms either now I'm here with Rock
I'ma dad with mom's features
Ironic, I never make a threat
That I couldn't promise be honest
I'm dope and I ain't never spoke ebonics
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
(But tell 'em I'm hood famous)
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
One more blunt 'cause I'm faded
(Blunt 'cause I'm faded)
Just for the niggas that hate it
(Niggas that hate it)
1010 WINS, hindsight's 20 20
Thirty-thirty up in 40
40, light somethin' ugly
It's a fifty-fifty chance niggas
Gon' die over nothin'
Get hit, sit calm, nigga, try somethin' funny
Road warrior
Musa almost got locked up abroad
Heard you snitchin' on bitches, dude
You locked up a broad
Maybe Jamaican fakin' but you would not
No reward
Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy
I'm not a mama's boy but I am my mama's boy
For her, I would gladly go nuts
That's my Almond Joy
I ain't no boy scout but your boy scout
Your boy like a scout and report
Put one in your boy's scalp (Boom)
Meth'll manhandle your man and you
I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap
Blam dude don't get your hands dirty, son
Son gon' do his whole fam dirty
Word to P and Dirty
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
(But tell 'em I'm hood famous)
The players might change but
The game don't stop (Woo)
Tryna move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
One more blunt 'cause I'm faded
(Blunt 'cause I'm faded)
Just for the niggas that hate it
(For the niggas that hate it, yeah)