Heltah Skeltah

[Intro:]
Ruck and Rock, taking you up a notch higher
I mean, it was cool aht first yunno
Jus yunno, rapping about nuhthing
Buht then like whut happened wuz
[B.C.C.] The people they started, yunno to talk about tings that make sense
[B.C.C.] I wuz like "What the fuck?"
[B.C.C.] People with real shit I wuhlike "Get the fuck outta here"
[B.C.C.] Whaddo they think they doing?
[B.C.C.] I dunno where that shit come from man.
[B.C.C.] I wuz like, "Yo its fuckin amazing" right?
[B.C.C.] Real
[B.C.C.] Its real, I don even know how the shit start
[Verse One: Rock, Ruck]
It went down like this, one little nigga snuck through the door
Peeped the scene, sniped a few, then crept through with two more
Heads were gettin nervous, thats three now they wanna break North
Too late -- five more tore the door straight the fuck off
Its on now; gettin down in the trenches
Eight soldiers gettin in mo ass than splinters on raggedy benches
Since its war, aint shit sweet this Clique
disperse and then they transform to chess pieces
On fake grounds never spare clowns
Ruck and Rock be the rooks hold the square down
Are you prepared now I tear down, any opponent who similies
Styles buckwild meanwhile your ass I obliterate
Demonstrate, tactics you need practice
First of all your monkey-ass rhyme like youre backwards
I should smash kids, when they try to get beyond
limits, timid, but they could never get with Sean (say word)
Dats word, Sean dont give a
Whatevah then they got niggaz whore snakes that slither (hisssss)
And if ya, wanna come test the inflixter
I got your name number address plus your picture
[Chorus:]
This is the B.C.C., N Double D
In the Ninety-Now we lock it down
This is the B.C.C., N Double D
In the Ninety-Now we lock it down
[Verse Two: Ruck, Rock]
Peep my words, yes my heavenly words, word
that get niggaz locked up in seventy-third
Prefer to chill, but the Sun cant do that
Due to my temperature tempted to bring it where your crews at
You lack with the skills that it takes to make
ends meet cause it seems that your ass is weak
My occupations, Operation, Lockdown
On your radio station whoever got the hot sound
Who wan tess yall?
Mr. Mall-Doo, a.k.a. Rock-Ness yall
Guard your chest yall
Nothing can protect yall
From Buckshot on down to the rest yall
We runnin through your set yall
Fuck the rest yall, we be the best yall
Yesh yesh yall
I crack backs North South East and West yall
We know fresh yall
I did do I guess yall
I didnt say I doesnt indeed sex I never measure
Ready to wet yall
Place your bottom dollar bets yall
Chest will become messed bored if you flex yall
Nevertheless yall
We out to save the ship before its dead yall
Lock it down with the full court press yall
[Chorus: x2]
Ha ha ha haaa
This is the year, the Ninety Now
On with the flows, conversations over beats
Do not touch microphones
I repeat, do not touch microphones
This concludes our exodus
Eight men are moving in the Ninety Now
Very hazardous to your health
And thats my B.C.C. show you how
you can get with the shit that we got
Heltah Skeltah
The rook the rook the Ruck the Rock man
we keep shit locked down
Kid, duck down
[B.C.C.]
Lock it down lock it down
[B.C.C.]
Operation Lockdown
[B.C.C.]
Lock it down lock it down
[B.C.C.]
[B.C.C.]
Locked down
[B.C.C.]
The weak do not stand a chance
[B.C.C.]
[B.C.C.]
This I promise you
[B.C.C.]
[B.C.C.]
[Chorus x2]
[ Operation Lockdown Lyrics ]