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SINGER: Heltah Skeltah
SONG:Call Of The Wild
Featuring hardcore starang wondah representativz Ohh eh ohh (m) ohhhh oh (f) ohh eh ohh (c) ohhhh oh ohh eh ohh (ma ma ma ma magnum force) ohhhh oh ohh eh ohh (for life) ohhhh oh [representativz] alright it's time to show these niggaz who's the nicest lyrics incisive i grip the mic like a vice grip cooler than ice what? cream flows is priceless angels of death nigga watch yo' step cause you might slip i, stay with the hype shit but that's just me the elohim, motherfucker i rip this shit for free stick and flee so my stee' can remain low key, supreme steam through your team, yeah y'all fools know me i'm triple r rated, i push these herbs to the pavement to put it in terms for laymen, this nigga ain't playin i'm sayin, i blow up spots with no delayin i slay men then i'm parlayin For all y'all niggaz poppin shit watch your step fuck the talkin little rock on the motherfuckin scene get to walkin guns is steady barkin, at them cats who lack actin like my mac won't spit holes through your ac' or your lex land', you sets man far from lethal this representative will rip ass like desert eagles fuck a sequel, angel of death peep how i greet you leave you for dead and let the savage niggaz eat you [rock] yo boy don't never, test m.f.c. this ain't no classroom i blast whomever you better get or catch an ass wound i'm pissed like a bathroom, come test the center, what? i fuck your whole starting five and your bench up, yo fuck what you been through and the troubles on your mental test maldu and you'll get, sent through a window gut up like ginsus, or technic 1200's bitch niggaz scared, i hear the bubbles in your stomach waitin for your bowels to move, cause you doodoo bent up like you od'd off ex-lax and yoohoo i blew through two crews, talkin they garbage claimin they funky? maybe true cause you don't wash * ohh-eh-ohh's repeat in background while starang talks * [starang wondah] m.f.c.! starang wondah no relation to stevie word is bon jovi up in here heltah skeltah, doin it like this hardcore, what's the deal word up [hardcore] hardcore, far more than the average niggaz tried to bust but they gats get embarassed sayin that i'm small and belong in a carriage (sayin what somebody else say) what is niggaz, parrots? [starang] word up, my m.f.c. niggaz won't have it, ya hate me? cause i roll with dots, smokin spliffs under the a.c. niggaz be fakin, pullin they guns out they holsters keep my shit right by my dick like i'm supposed to new starang, i been this way ever since eshkoshkah since my niggaz chillin on the roof on the poster [hardcore] wanna see me, only way you do that is on tv (it's hardcore) starang wondah no relation to stevie [ruck] aiyyo i'm tall sean, i got rid of the afro that shit played out like leather jackets with them tassels plus i splash those assholes who don't know no better personal vendetta on this great hunt for cheddar don't never, let me catch you actin stupid i'll clap you slap you silly until he realize who's wrathful hate to make you an example duke but i have to represent for my click leave that bitch stiff like a statue caught between the rock and the ruck, it seems you trapped duke fuckin with them dirty ass niggaz, go take a bath duke half-dead, wonderin how the fuck did ruck trap you my man hak-tu, got two, informants to trap you [doc holiday] doc holiday, o.k. corral, my click be wild like the muslims gettin ass in the pit, that shit be foul if your shorty strut her ass past me, i got to growl watch your mouth, loose lips sink ships, and let go blow it's doc, alone with my glock, nice to meet ya if there's doubts, the cleaner blows out, then i'ma see ya i be a virus up in your ass like gonorrhea explain the pain i see on your face, or face the fears chick here, these groupies from somethin be on my bumper if shorty cock her ass in the air, then i gotta hump her love her, my hunger takes toll i must config god crack your arm leg a leg a arm, and your head motherfucker [ruck] for real, this is beautiful word is bond heltah skeltah [rock] can we get it? can we get it? Ohh-eh-ohh, ohhhh oh (repeat 4x) [rock] b.c.c., m.f.c., triple r fab 5 all that shit bwoy horseman, boss men, word is bond drag you off men we ain't bullshittin, huh my little nigga hardcore in the house nigga like four foot two smack the shit out of you and your crew the fuck you wanna do?
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