Heltah Skeltah - Perfect Jab

Текст песни

Yo word up man
Word up man, its a lot of niggaz out there
Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit
I know we magnum force, and all of that
We run with o.g.c.s n shit
Well fuck your ass up too, word up Bummy jab, mr. perfect, equals perfect jab
Word is bond
This whole shits played, like jordache and sassoon
Sue me its time, that yall ass out like baboons
Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang
To your equilibrium, youre physically dismantled
Batten down the hatches, I mastered this flow I crafted
Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches
To let tactics, knock the world off its axis
Supreme mean the lastest level, you cant pass this
Well tell them hold this, heat-seekin fistll never miss
On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish
Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some
For your glass jaw, bloody marys aint that bad son
Jabs a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come
When I get to snuffin bwoy youll wish you had a gun
Havin fun yet? mr. perfects the one who says who
Get hurt next, suplexin all of you?
You got nowhere to run ta, ima hunter like a fonzo
Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo
Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, aint nuttin changed duke
If you cant stand the rain you better wear a poncho
Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes
Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke
Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy
When I get hyper, I burn that ass like all types of lye
Alright alright alright, maybe Im not the best, but Im one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement
I stay flossin, you bring your crew I bring the four-fifths
Known to jab, cause I move like a rook straight at cha
And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one
Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler
Stagger a devil sayin, «go the fuck back to africa»
Its the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last)
I break dudes in half (half)
Get splashed on your staff, if you dont know the math
(call em perfect)
I bring shit they cant fathom, sent to hurt shit
It aint worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em Since the days of adam, befo eve flipped the script
It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this
(that boy bad, that boy bad!)
But now we out to bring em back terror, Im bout cheddar
(hah!) they call me mr. perfect
Cause im, simply without error (per-fect-o)
You couldnt weather my endeavor, Im too clever
Dont ever bring it to my square queer you know better
And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper
Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola
Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola
Own a pager, bonus how I call the paper, you make all the dough
But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you know what?
I may just take you over, my wagers
To get your face or your nose bloodied, what?
The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, dont fuck around
Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola
Wait up hold up! dont make a, nigga roll up Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up I hate ya Do your dirty m.p. now stands for makeem pay brah
Im rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues
Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible twos
You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf
Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like Im goin off
You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely
My theory is, cant none of yall faggot niggaz beat me Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, its his fault
He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab
Motherfuckers!
Word up nigga, well knock you straight the fuck out
All yall niggaz, all yall niggaz who act like yall want it Yall gonna get it nigga, word up Hah, this is the perfect jab
Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad
Hah, this is the perfect jab
Step to this boy you better curse your dad
Dont be fuckin with this here, perfect jab
You better curse your dad
Worst luck you ever had
Times that times four, triple that like rs And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there
Word is bon jovi, heh
We will fuck you up, word up
M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!