Heltah Skeltah - Da Beginning Of Da End lyrics

[Rock:] I rep Hel', fresh out of jail, Brownsville scheming Ya'll wanna see me up north, but I'm down the hill creeping n***as keeping and keeping they beef, with they cops still singing I'm getting my gwop, still eating Loudest one in the flock, still street, pa** me the pot, I'm still chief And I'm pacing over you, just a thief on the weekend Beef with me, into you bleeding and hit with some feces s**er MC's, s**er MC, when they run with they feet, b**hes Well, kinda, big Rock's tougher than leather With slum to get set up, he's dumping forever The king of pot, there is none higher You nickel bag smoker, need to call me sire With Reggie Miller to the Isaac Hayes, straight fire Who said it, just ight, this b**h a liar I'm fixing to Ike her, I gets it rock and ready rock Filled with the Rock, not guilty, y'all feel me [Sean Price:] I carry a gun, pa, Marbury your thunder Switchblade, b**h made, n***as like Un God All white Nikes with a knife to cut krills Turn a dead bu*t like Buffie, bring back pocket of bills I ain't got mills, but I got a couple of thou' I ain't got a gun, but I bet I f** you up now f**ing with I, have you n***as touching the sky Wings on your back, Kanye singing the track Slinging my crack, muthaf**a, shopping a demo I pop at your temple, muthaf**a sing about that Listen, f** a hip hop, I take ya wrist watch Put the gun to your tongue and make you lick shots Make a pit stop, by the piss spot You wanna take a pull? You can kick rocks [Rock:] I'm like that's not a gun, this is a gun, we? Who wanna rumble with me ol' Rockadile Dundee I rule the underground, I'm Pimp C, Bun B Lord Jazz Do-It-All and Mr. Funkee Mr. Bummy FlyJab, some of ya'll mad I can scrape up one twenty five cash I had too much dirt to double you n***as Nothing in the world was gon' keep me from crushing you b**hes [Sean Price:] Yeah two in your dome rhyme, funeral home time Announce d**h to you, I'm Phil Rizzuto with mine This Puerto Rican b**h called me papi chulo, but I'm Not with the gwala sh**, fill the hollow tip in the nine, I'm Nice with a nine, I'm nice with the rhyme 52 block will snot box, right in his prime Line for line, top five dead or alive Two of them dead, and soon as the other three die I'm number one!