Heltah Skeltah

Heltah Skeltah - Duck Down lyrics

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(feat. Lord Digga, Cocoa Brovaz, Smack Man)



[Rock]

Yo son hit me, this shit's three times fatter than my sis be

Fatter than the last spliff I smoked wit the dred-nitty

It be Alvin Catraz, don't forget me

Remember this? It went down like this see

Long story short, I'm in this joint livin shifty

In the cloud of smoke, in the club where ya bitch be

She leavin wit me, the no g rap work lovely

She with three other dimes and they all wanna fuck me

Yeah they want me, why, cuz I'm so macho

Some cats wanna bluck me, but they ain't go no

Wins wit the bummy jab, call me Rocko

Stop foes, makin shit hot like Sounds of Dew Nacho

Not cho average guy, I never fit in

Ran wit these steps, startin trouble for a livin

Like Tyson's ex-chick, we stay robbin and givin

Aches and pains, parley, y'all end up missin



[Smack Man]

This goes out to all of my thug niggas

Peace, one love niggas, to lock down and drug niggas



[Lord Digga]

I'm comin in through Brownsville and Flatbush, niggas bout to get mush

Makin crews change they faces like some bitches

Who you screwin, what you doin, nuthin, Gold Pass iced up, frontin

Bout to get your back blown out, cuz we goin out blastin

Anybody gets body for askin, whose them niggas

Duck Down and Digga, bout to deliver

You head in a box, off the top of ya neck

Some men of steel, wit nine techs

Everybody hit the deck, we got next

Yo game it's over, some wild cats from BK

Fuck Villanova, get ya Earth and ya Wisdom after playin strip poker

Ain't no jokers here, bout to smoke ya where

You stand from the first to the last man

Keep blastin and every bodies passin to gas man



[Ruck]

Yo S-E A-N-P R-I-C, yo, don't forget the E

My category, top rankin, stop thinkin

That you can fuck wit the Ruckus, when shots sinkin

Where it goin son, who give a fuck where it land at

Long as my gems phat and at same time this man flat

I slam cats, yet and still they still don't understand that

Heltah Skeltah only mean war pa, so stand back

This man raps, whatever the fuck I feel like

I feel like I can bust your head wit this steel pipe

Yo, I'm wiggin out, off the weed that I just got from my nigga house

Never give and shout, cuz the front don't buck web

I snuff heads, on the D-L, since I cut dreads



[Smack Man]

It's the thug hemmy, Henneccy and Remi bent me

Cognac and Semi place unknown for mind stone

Plus the stress and hustlin, got me catchin ulcers

Me and these military soldiers, connects takin over

Keep my burner in the soldier hoister

Three deep inside a hummer jeep, reclined in the leather seat

Between me and the cream, let no man intervene

You got me trapped in the state of depression like a fiend

But on the other side, hustlin is just a struggle

Tryin to make this loot double, and watch my block bubble

When you hustle hand to hand, can't afford to lose a bond

Every day is a war, like you live in Vietnam

On every block there's a snitch, stoppin you from gettin rich

Some old noisy bitch, son ain't that some shit

It's Trent French, swing a bat like Johnny Bench

On my workers, when they try to short me for chips

If I gotta get dirty for dough, guess I'll filthy rich

Screamin, fuck the police, cuz life is a bitch



[Tek]

I can be ya enemy, ya friend, fuck ya bitch, rob ya man

How I'm above average, what you can't understand

It's Tek-a-milion, it's the plan or aim

Watch how many niggas envy once I cop this range



[Steele]

These niggas crazy, thinkin they can take me, ST

Take less then three seconds to cock and squeeze on my enemies

See me ridin, enterprisin on my cellular

Black entrepreneur, you hate, so to hell wit ya

I dealt wit niggas like y'all before, and I'm tellin ya

You see me, I'm quick to broad, quicker to draw

And the only art I know, is the art of war

Not your average, I'm like Picasso wit a four-four

Bust my gat abstract, get artistic wit a biscuit

You only got one life to live, so why risk it

Police, trace ballistics, off the bullets we bust

Can't depend on my many friends, so in guns we trust

Cannon blast wit the thrust of the thunderous

Kick ass for fun or to get more funds for us

Dangerous go for the heart, and attackin high jackin

This rap shit, will get me put in straight jackets

Can't hack it, so I hack shit, get punk now

Run up on ya set, makin you niggas Duck Down
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