Action Speaks Louder Than Words

[Operator] Too Black Records [James A. Smith] Yeah, this is Jay [Operator] Hold on, Jay [Too Black Records Representative] Hey Jay, long time no hear, man, what's up? [James A. Smith] Say man People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears [Too Black Records representative] Is that right? [James A. Smith] Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew "Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers [Too Black Records representative] What time it is then, right? [James A. Smith] It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs And really let a muthafucka know (Action speaks louder) (Action speaks louder than words) (Action speaks louder) [Scarface] Roll 'em up and I smoke 'em Tried to break, so I broke 'em Busted his ass in the head, that's when I grabbed him and choked him I'm on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin' shit Comes back with a body blow, hittin' hard as a fuckin' brick Don't fuck with the mastermind, I'ma tell you like that Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll still you with a bumper jack Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin' fact I'm ragin' like Manson, I'm a muthafuckin' thriller Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived I don't fear losin' life, 'cause life just lost me Shadow of death keeps followin' me and I can't get him off me Two years of my life were spent in a mental health I'm a threat to society, then again to my fuckin' self I'm losin' my fuckin' mind, my veins begin swellin' "Kill that muthafucka!" I hear voices in my head yellin' Me get caught in a cross, that's absurd Your head is a tennis ball and I'm about to serve (Action speaks louder) (Action speaks louder than words) (Action speaks louder) [Ganksta NIP] Body bags in the bushes, see, I tried to tell 'em I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell 'em My lyrics get deeper and deeper Mack 10, twelve gauge, Tec-9 plus a Street Sweeper Nigga, Ganksta NIP's in the house Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky I regret I was born, I can't wait 'till I die And leave blood on the curtain Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water Peace to Rodney King, I got they ass in slaughter Insane is what I am I'm like Silence of the muthafuckin' Lambs Ganksta NIP ain't no bragger-boaster Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster Step in my face, I'll commence the hittin' 9 milli ain't bullshittin' Down with Seag from the 69th Curbs Tell 'em, Triple 6 (action speaks louder than words) (Action speaks louder) (Action speaks louder than words) (Action speaks louder) [Willie D] Well, first of all.. I shock 'em and clock 'em and pop 'em and drop 'em, flop 'em, then I mop 'em In they muthafuckin' tracks is where I stop 'em Unless you down with a bloody nose Save the cussin' and fussin' and pointin' fingers for them hoes Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak And hit you everywhere but under your feet Think it's a game when it ain't I'm lettin' you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off And get ready for your kinfolk Your little sister be the first one to get smoked Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear I'm from the bloody 5th and that's it, trick bitch You don't know who you're fuckin' with I break this ten and a half so deep in your ass That you'll be lookin like a faggot on the rag I'm goin for bam like Scarface and NIP What they leave of your ass Willie D gonna rip All of that muthafuckin' talkin' is for the birds I do this 'cause action speaks louder than words (Action speaks louder) (Action speaks louder than words) (Action speaks louder) [Seagram] Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps Talkin' real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya Signin' checks that your punk ass can't cash Got your album cover full of punks wearin' ski masks Who ain't never felt froggish, you won't leap Barkin' like a bear and bitin' like a flea Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas Donald Goines-readin'-ass want to be hustlers It's Seag from Oakland, the one who lays order Quit lyin' to kick it and make a run for the border Willie D, Bushwick, Scarface and Ganksta NIP Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin' lip Too Black hooked me, Lil' Jay booked me Shakin 'em, breakin 'em, makin and takin 'em fakin' fuckin' rookies And all that loud shit, nigga, don't start They'll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards Straight from the alleys of Cali, 69th Curbs Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords (Action speaks louder) (Action speaks louder than words) (Action speaks louder)