Heltah Skeltah
Clan’s, Posse’s, Crew’s and Clik’s
[Intro: Rock]
Ayo, son
Ayo, come downstairs, son
There’s, like, six b*t*h-a** n***as on the corner, son
These, these n***as is rapping, kicking raps and sh*t
Can’t tell these n***as they ain’t hype
They punk, smooth bullsh*t, just meet me downstairs, son
I’ma set it on these n***as, son
These n***as have no idea, son
Check it, check it

[Verse 1: Rock]
And one time for your mind
One time for the snitch droppin' dime
Me no wanna hear you whine when my nine’s to your spine
Clock this, Rock-y, Mountain
Energies from my fountain of youth runnin' through my brain, poundin'
So don’t be found in my clutches
If you don’t who Sparsky is and you don’t know who Dutch is
Don’t get snuffed, kid, we cause Ruckus
And Rock mad domes while we at it
Who’s the first up to see blackness like the universe?

[Verse 2: Ruck]
F**k that
N***as better start runnin' for shelter
Live and direct with a nine to your neck, that n***a from Heltah Skeltah
Word to moth’, I’ll murder ducks who never heard of Ruck, plus
My mind ills off rhyme skills with the nine that I buck (BLAA)
Girls demand me, mad b*t*hes I slam, the
Microphone you hand me ‘til the judge remand me
Can we, get along like Rodney?
Yo, Rock, please
Put these n***as in their proper place ‘cause you c*cky

[Verse 3: Rock]
I, be the drama-bringer, wringer of a n***a’s neck
Wrecker of a set, I Buckshots with a Steele Tek, wussy
Where’s all them suckers talkin' trash ‘bout the R-n’-R?
(They heard us coming and turned to track stars) Check it
I be, never sloppy; I be Rock, see?
I rock heads from Bedrock to Yugoslavia
Robbin' you and your crew blind; Yeah, we do crimes
Find that a** a new spine, or a new behind
Now you whine, yo stop the bloodclaat cryin'
Like Screwface, I in the mood to bash yo eyes in
Devils does know who I am, madman from Heltah Skeltah
Mr. Flipsta, Rock, Grandson of Sam
[Verse 4: Ruck]
As the World Turns in my Search For Tomorrow
I seek The Guiding Light for some insight
Freaky like a golden shower when my golden vowels
Hit instrumentals, get influential like Colin Powell, Now
F**k the world, stick my d**k in the dirt
Pull tools on fools who claim I ain’t cool like Levert
Expert when I network my lyrics like a rebel
Vexed ‘cause the devil never take me to that next level
It’s never humble in asphalt jungles
When you sling rocks to 'Ricans and bag dough in bundles
Some may wonder, the evil these two men do
Torment you, lyrical landlord; your f**king rent due

[Hook: Ruck]
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all b*t*h n***as can suck my d**k
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all n***as f**k with me and my man

[Verse 5: Rock]
Ayyo, one’s for the shots I pop
Two’s for the anti-real snakes I fought and dropped
Three’s for the irrational Ruck, b*t*h! I be Rock and
The four’s for Hip Hop ‘cause, with this sh*t, we rip shop
Ask me how foul I am
Man, you know damn well it was me that hit your b*t*h up in my man’s van
Suplex your grandpops then, like corn, I pop sh*t
You can’t flush. F**king with us, you’re smacked with hock spit
Who dare square with Rock? Me, I break you
Tre times worse than a bomboclaat earthquake do
Heltah Skeltah’s hectic
Hit the deck, d**k
Step if you wanna hear yo neck click
See this center, don’t really play no basketball
I do my shooting with a motherf**king MAC, you fall
To the floor, O.G.C. hit up everything that come through the door Wrekonize Heltah Skeltah means war
[Verse 6: Ruck]
So what’s the reason for the treason? Punk, you wanna die?
My mind crucify those who try to defy
God Cipher Divine drop bombs on the blind
In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine
Now I, warn a n***a to come with hand skills
Man chill, might end up in a landfill, stand still
N***a, you know the position
Glocks clicking from n***as who ain’t got pots to p*ss in
Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes
Me and Rock is this tight (There’ll never be no fist fights)
You’re lit punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks
Who sniff coke. Now yo b*t*h broke—ain’t no misquote
I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom
Like Cyclops, eyes pop fly shots with ill vision
Similar to none, son, so it f**king seems
Savages get sewn the f**k up with shots to their spleen

[Hook: Ruck]
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all b*t*h n***as can suck my d**k
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all n***as f**k with me and my man
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all b*t*h n***as can suck my d**k
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all n***as f**k with me and my man
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all b*t*h a** n***as can suck my d**k
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all n***as f**k with me and my man
Clans, posses, crews, and cliks
All y’all b*t*h n***as can suck my d**k
Cliks, posses, crews, and clans
Can’t none of y’all n***as f**k with me and my man

[Outro: Ruck]
Heltah Skeltah
So get your clans, posses, crews and cliks
All y’all b*t*h n***as can suck my d**k
Cliks, posses, crews and clans
Can’t none of y’all n***as f**k with me and my man
Clans, posses, crews and cliks
All y’all b*t*h-a** n***as can suck on the big Ruck d**k
All y’all n***as, eat a d**k, word up
And if you wear motherf**king fatigues and sneakers
Pu**y, I’m bringing it to you
Heltah Skeltah
Motherf**ker
Nocturnal, Nocturnal
I’ll bet you a buck fifty you can’t f**k with me