The Fab 5, Heltah Skeltah, O.G.C. - Blah (Originoo Muddy) lyrics

Emil Fouchon: Now he’s
Cornered and outnumbered 20 to 1 he’s an
Annoying little fucking insect and I
Want him stepped on hard
Emil Fouchon: You’re not angry
At me, are you, pik?
Pik van Cleef: Not at all i don’t get angry
(Holds up his shotgun) i’m a professional

You must
Be blind and deaf to think that you can test
Originoo Gunn Clappz Two to your chest
(Pumm! Pumm)
May the buddha bless you where they rest you
Underground, where you hear the sound
(Bucktown) Home where we roam, pack mad
Chrome, so, niggas, watch your dome-piece
Or you just might just catch
Two shots to your mother-
-fucking head batty bwoy gwan dead

Time for
Some action, dick-in your-mouth satisfaction
I’ll pull it out
You’ll "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton
I’m asking niggas, but I’m
Blasting niggas yo, we pass them niggas
So the Ruck just laugh at niggas
My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills
So I’ll drill styles that
Keep the mind filled
Blunts get smoked and chumps
Get choked when they
Try to quote the notes that
B-IG Ruck wrote, so, uh
Make way for the master blaster
Who blast past bastards ‘cause
My shit’s mastered, uh

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Well, it’s the Louieville
Sluggah, motherfucker
Straight out of Bucktown word to mother
Shit is real fucking with this crowd
Times is hard niggas do need a bodyguard
To block the body scars bootcamp
Always stands in charge
I brings the beef to the
Biggest of them bigger niggas
All them bigger niggas scared to death
Of all us little niggas and Smif
(Smif) to the Wessun (Wessun) got our back
So, nigga, grab your gat ‘cause you could
Catch a head clap
Slap the nigga face up and down
Take the smile off your face or catch two
Strays straight to your face
You’re punk pussy
You’s a rookie i’ma play your
Ass like a hot day of hooky, so push me
I’ll stomp your face, put a boot in the place
Of your front tooth the truth?
You should’ve let loose

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Ayyo, go get your boys, tell ‘em
"Bring the noise if you want it"
(Fuck them niggas) Try and run up
On this nigga that stay blunted
That nigga Rock’s iller than ill i will kill
At will and fill you up from
Your gut to your grill
(Tell ‘em Sam, tell ‘em Sam) Nah, man
That be my grandpops
I’ll slam cops for Glocks and buck
Shots all over your block
I can’t believe there really be non-believers
Who wanna see the Rock give ‘em
Growing Pains like Mike Seaver
(Nah’mean?) Mr inflicksta will jack ya
Rolling with the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
So act up we’re strapped
(What!?) , Boot Camp’s thick in this bitch
Guard your melon or catch a swelling
From some old stiff shit

Niggas get crushed into dust they could feel
The wrath
Plus fuck around and get that ass bust
Standing in the back
You’re wondered and you’re frightened
Fucking with the Strang
You’ll face the thunder and the lightning
Awesome, tossing niggas like Steve Austin
Niggas get baked like beans
That’s straight from Boston
And my Glocks make shit hot, cops get
More nervous than Thursdays on the Box, and
Every now and then, a sucker tries to attack
Heltah Skeltah plays the front, Gunn
Clappaz in the back, so
Act like you want the MAC to your grill
(What?)
Embrace my face, it’s kill or be killed

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