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Heltah Skeltah - Perfect Jab lyrics
featuring Supreme [Rock] Yo word up man Word up man it's 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 We'll FUCK your ass up too word up Bummy Jab Mr. Perfect equals Perfect Jab Word is bond This whole shit's played like Jordache and Sassoon Sue me it's time that y'all ass out like baboons or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, BANG to your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled [Supreme] 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 it's axis Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this [Rock] We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll 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 mary's ain't that bad son Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come When I get to snuffin BWOY you'll wish you had a gun Havin fun yet? Mr. Perfect's the one who says who get hurt next, suplexin all of you ? [Supreme] You got nowhere to run ta, I'ma hunter like a Fonzo Smoke you like fonta, leave you in Mourning like Alonzo Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed Duke If you can't 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 [Rock] Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em [Supreme] Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement I stay flossin, you bring your crew I bring the four-fifths [Rock] 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" [Supreme] It's the Per-fect Jab (Jab) at last (last) I break dudes in half (half) Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math (Call em Perfect) I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit it ain't 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, I'm bout cheddar (Hah!) They call me Mr. Perfect cause I'm, simply without error (Per-fect-o) You couldn't weather my endeavor, I'm too clever Don't 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 [Rock] 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 wager's to get your face or your nose bloodied, what? The R-O-to, C-K ya show ya greater, don't fuck around burn caps like my name like was Coca-Cola Wait up hold up! Don't 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 Make'em Pay brah [Supreme] I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's You did what to who? Youse Estoria like the Waldorf Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like I'm goin off [Rock] You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault He shoulda warned you bout the Perfect Jab Motherfuckers! Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it Y'all 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 Don't be fuckin with this here, Perfect Jab You better curse your dad Worst luck you ever had Times that times four, Triple that like R's 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!! * various talk fades into skit |
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