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Heltah Skeltah

Heltah Skeltah is a hip hop duo consisting of members Rock (Jahmal Bush) and Ruck (Sean Price). The two are members of New York supergroup Boot Camp Clik, along with Buckshot, Smif-N-Wessun and O.G.C.. The name "Heltah Skeltah" is a reference and homage to The Beatles, specifically their song "Helter Skelter" from the famous album The Beatles. more »

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1998

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Just understand the whole shit son  why'know why'know 
It's too much doodoo over here  there's doodoo over there 
KnowhatI'msayin? Get with the real  from here 
And the real from there 
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere 
YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro 

Fucking global  fucking domination in this rap shit 

Word is Bon Jovi

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go 
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by the truckload 
Or the West Coast, where they show me tons of love 
Doc and Tray Deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs 
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast 
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke? 
No ass Joke, like Buck or Rakim, long arms like Down Syms 
Snatch up your hoe, f*ck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing 

What's the deal Pah? I hope shit is peace and love 
But if it ain't f*ck it I'm forced to release these slugs 
Peep these thugs, Sean Price, MC Most Miraculous 
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit 
Act like it can't happen when would I ever let you slide 
Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides 
You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die 
News fly fast as f*ck on how Ruckus done bruised guys 
Cornball niggaz screamin, "Ruck you on some other shit" 
Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of it 
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet 
You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis 

Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here 
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year 
From the city of Long Beach to my home Brownsville 
Cause real recognize real everytime for real 

Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town? 
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound? 
My style break blocks corners avenues and drives 
It's about time to mash in, it's a ride 
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel 
Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits 
I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention 
As I come through, for you and your crew 
It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use 
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless 
To step to this, we in effect we dangerous 
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss 

We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit) 
Cause Heltah Skeltah and this Pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) 
If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) 
Game Trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit) 

Life without money, that's like breathing with no air 
Prepare, there's no love in warfare 
Engage, I meet the front page, like Nicholas Cage 
And get served, front and center stage 
I'm breakin through, throw up your Teflon barriers 
And get penetrated, telekinetic superior 
Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-D 
Hittin every galaxy, throwin up D.P. 
 
We in the house, even when we outdoors 
We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth 
From here to down South to the Westside, my vocals Test Drive 
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me 
So say OH, you love the real shit frequently 
OH for Dogg P-O-you-N-D and be	-see-see 
Me, Bummy J and the D-A-Z Dillinger and Ruckus 
And Kurupt what? We equal fo' bad motherfuckers 
You want lumps? We got some, worse than that we got guns 
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done 
Oowops son, and mad Glock 9's, the red dot kind 
To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me? 

At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees 
Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the Ruckus vocally 
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be 
On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed 
You know it's the, Show After-Party Hotel like Jodeci 
Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries 
I know you be, on my dick Pah but yo I totally 
Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me 
 
Now who, wants to be a real dope MC 
Like Heltah Skeltah and the D-P-G 
Swervin all through your fuckin town 
And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah! 

Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not 
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop 
I took tricks to New Jerz to Cape Cod 
You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds 
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice 
And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice 
Who could it be comin through in all blue? 
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, number one, number two 
Never evade the principle, the top principal 
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin 
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick 
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split 
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame 
And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces 
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind 
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes 
Waitin for poetical Satan, creatin slaughters 
Runnin through camps like Walter Payton 
I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes 
You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes 
Motherfucker 
 
Yeah, and that's how we do it 
Heltah Skeltah and Tha Dogg Pound 
Runnin this motherfucker 
Yeah!

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