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HELTAH SKELTAH lyrics : "Forget Me Knots"

[Ruck]
To all my hardcore ^!$$%z don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these ^!$$%z wanna switch me

[x2]

"Hardcore, far more than the average"


[Rock]
To all my hardcore ^!$$%z yo I'm still the same

Won't let the game change me, I'm trying to change the game
This %#@! is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, Timbs
or hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- $#&@ ya!

You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but players
$#&@ you think? ^!$$% steppin on your thousand dollar gators
Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashers

At the door actin, like you don't know who Bummy Jab is
They tell you Rock, tellin me, "Don't act no fool"
"You heard of scotch on the rocks?" I make the whole %#@! cool

But I'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants draggin
Deep rollin heat holdin ^!$$% til I'm triple platinum


[Ruck]
To all my hardcore ^!$$%z don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these ^!$$%z wanna switch me


"Hardcore, far more than the average"


[Rock]
M.F.C.!!
Hey hey, that's my partner Price man

The whole industry's against him and me
Like thugs are to death penalties
but we got the remedy for all that punk %#@!

One clip up in the macra
make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers
Callin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate me

But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth
Alcatraz, forever Rock hard, got scars for this rap %#@!
Got locked behind bars, fluck the actin

All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbies
Stay forever rowdy, ^!$$%z _It's Your World_ like Bobby
Rob these, cats claimin they got so much cheese

when it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezin
Reppin for my housin P's and, catch me out in Shaolin
Whylin with Ghost, Deck, and Tical and them

Before I'm out the door big up my Outlaw ^!$$%z
My hardcore lovin thirsty out for war ^!$$%z


[Ruck]
To all my hardcore ^!$$%z don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these ^!$$%z wanna switch me


"Hardcore, far more than the average"
[x2]


[Ruck]
To all my hardcore ^!$$%z don't forget me (don't forget me)

I know the game change and all of these ^!$$%z wanna switch me
Never that, I'm constantly comin with clever raps
We sever that, take your head and slap em leather strap

You better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdone
I doubt them, ^!$$%z can $#&@ with the Ruckus without fun
Aiyyo what this about son? Aiyyo witness a ^!$$% clout son

Trippin with these chickens and sippin on Guinness Stout son
Without them, this ^!$$% who jumped up and asked me
"Are you $#&@in my sister man?" when that (*##$ Butch like Cassidy

HELL NO, quick fast this man caught the elbow
Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro
His man yelled, "Yo, ain't no need to $#&@in draw gats,

we all black" Put the gat down, I left his jaw tapped
I saw that, Duke ain't want no beef in the first place
Just a gerk face ^!$$% tryin to rep his birthplace

The worst case scenario, I leave your $$# shot up
$#&@ up my rap product and back to crack narcotics
The moral of this story is -- there is no moral God

Just my %#@! is hard, and if your %#@! ain't like us
youse a fraud, mother$#&@er

[Rock]
Word up

Straight like that
$#&@ one of y'all ^!$$%z up

"Hardcore, far more than the average"


[Ruck]
To all my hardcore ^!$$%z don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these ^!$$%z wanna switch me

"Hardcore, far more than the average"


(what, uh-huh, see you in hell mother$#&@er)

To all my hardcore ^!$$%z don't forget me (don't forget me)
The game change.. but $#&@ y'all


"Hardcore, far more than the average"

Still in there, word up
Heltah Skeltah what the $#&@


[Rock]
Chop your mother$#&@in hands off and put a Walkman on you
with no mother$#&@in frequency, ^!$$%

"Hardcore, far more than the average"

Dip your $$# in honey


"Hardcore, far more than the average"

and then just get the flies to ? you mother$#&@er
You punk mother$#&@ers, you sweet sons of (*##$es

"Hardcore, far more than the average"


[Ruck]
$#&@in, onionhead-ass, hardcore %#@!

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