Heltah Skeltah

Heltah Skeltah - Forget Me Knots lyrics

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To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
 I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me
 * repeat 2X *

 "Hardcore  far more than the average"

 [Rock]
 To all my hardcore niggaz yo I'm still the same
 Won't let the game change me  I'm trying to change the game
 This shit is mad lame    hip hop party rules no jeans  Timbs
 or hoodies or hats  sound like you mean me -- fuck ya!
 You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players
 Fuck you think? Nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gators
 Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers
 At the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is
 They tell you Rock, tellin me, "Don't act no fool"
 "You heard of scotch on the rocks?" I make the whole shit cool
 But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin
 Deep rollin heat holdin nigga til I'm triple platinum

 [Ruck]
 To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
 I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

 "Hardcore, far more than the average"

 [Rock]
 M.F.C.!!
 Hey hey, that's my partner Price man
 The whole industry's against him and me
 Like thugs are to death penalties
 but we got the remedy for all that punk shit
 One clip up in the macra
 make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers
 Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me
 But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth
 Alcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap shit
 Got locked behind bars, fluck the actin
 All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies
 Stay forever rowdy, niggaz _It's Your World_ like Bobby
 Rob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese
 when it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin
 Reppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin
 Whylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them
 Before I'm out the door big up my Outlaw niggaz
 My hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz

 [Ruck]
 To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
 I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

 "Hardcore, far more than the average"
 * repeat 2X *

 [Ruck]
 To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
 I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me
 Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps
 We sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap
 You better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone
 I doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the Ruckus without fun
 Aiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a nigga clout son
 Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son
 Without them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me
 "Are you fuckin my sister man?" when that bitch Butch like Cassidy
 HELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow
 Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro
 His man yelled, "Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats,
 we all black" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped
 I saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place
 Just a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace
 The worst case scenario, I leave your ass shot up
 Fuck up my rap product and back to crack narcotics
 The moral of this story is -- there is no moral God
 Just my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't like us
 youse a fraud, motherfucker

 [Rock]
 Word up
 Straight like that
 Fuck one of y'all niggaz up

 "Hardcore, far more than the average"

 [Ruck]
 To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
 I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

 "Hardcore, far more than the average"

 (what, uh-huh, see you in hell motherfucker)

 To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
 The game change.. but fuck y'all

 "Hardcore, far more than the average"

 Still in there, word up
 Heltah Skeltah what the fuck

 [Rock]
 Chop your motherfuckin hands off and put a Walkman on you
 with no motherfuckin frequency, nigga

 "Hardcore, far more than the average"

 Dip your ass in honey

 "Hardcore, far more than the average"

 and then just get the flies to ? you motherfucker
 You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of bitches

 "Hardcore, far more than the average"

 [Ruck]
 Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore shit
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Author: ?

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Publisher: Priority Records LLC

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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