Blah Lyrics - Singles - Originoo Gunn Clapazz

I'm a professional 

I'm a professional 

I'm a professional... 

[top dog] 

You must be blind and deaf 

To think that you can test 

Originoo gunn clappz 2 to yo chest 

(pumm! pumm!) 

May the buddha bless you where they rest you 

Underground, where you hear the sound 

Bucktown! 

Home where we roam 

Pack mad chrome 

So niggas watch your dome-piece 

Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head 

Batty bwoy gwan dead 

[ruck] 

Time for some action 

Dick in yo mouth satisfaction 

I pull it out you breathe again like toni braxton 

I'm askin niggas, but I'm blastin niggas 

Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just laugh at niggas 

My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills 

So I'll drill styles that keep the mine filled 

Blunts get smoked and chumps get choked 

When they try to quote the notes that b-i-g ruck wrote 

So ah make way for the master blaster 

Who blast past bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh 

Chorus: 

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The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz 

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The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz 

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The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz 

[louieville sluggah] 

Well it's the louieville sluggah motherfucka 

Straight outta bucktown! 

Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with this crowd 

Times is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard 

To block the body scars, bootcamp always stand in charge 

I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas 

All them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas 

And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our backs 

So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you could catch a head clap 

Slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face 

Or catch 2 strays straight to ya face 

You punk pussy, you's a rookie 

I'ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me 

I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth 

The truth you shoulda let loose 

(chorus) 

[rock] 

Ayo, go get your boys 

Tell 'em bring the noise if ya want want it 

(fuck dem niggas!) 

Try and run up on this nigga that stay blunted 

That nigga rock still livin' ill 

I will kill at will 

And fill you up from yo gut to yo grill 

(tell em sam, tell em sam) 

Nah, man that be my grandpops 

I slam cops for glocks 

And buck shots all over your block 

I can't believe there really be non-believers 

Who wanna see the rock give 'em growing pains like mike seaver 

(nah mean) 

Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz 

So act up, we strapped 

(what!) 

Boot camp's thick in this bitch 

Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit 

[starang] 

Niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus 

Fuck around and get that ass bust 

Standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened 

Fuckin with the starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin 

Awesome, tossin' niggas like steve austin 

Niggas get baked like beans that's straight from boston 

And my glocks make shit hot, cops get 

More nervous than thursdays on the box 

And every now and then a sucka trys to attack 

Heltah skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the back 

So act, like you want the mac to ya grill 

Embrace my face it's kill or be killed 

(chorus) 

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It's the heltah skeltah gunn clappaz 

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