( *phone rings* )
[ 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
[ VERSE 1: 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
2 years of my life were spent in a mental
health
I'm a treath 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
[ VERSE
2: Ganksta NIP ]
Bodybags 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, 12-guage, 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
( *3 shots* ) 9 milli ain't bullshittin
Down with Seag from the
69th Curbs
Tell em, Triple 6 (action speaks louder than words)
[ VERSE 3:
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 10 1/2 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 ( *shots* ) cause action speaks louder than words
[ VERSE
4: 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
wanna-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
