That's Incredible - Heltah Skeltah

It’s about that time, you don’t know, boy?

Nigga, it’s 3:57 time, almost four

You can holler about all your beef, til ya throat goes sore

But if you don’t know Heltah Skeltah, you don’t know war

You don’t know Alcatraz, and you don’t know Sean

And you couldn’t know ya days is numbered, you almost gone

So go on, getting your Joe Schmo on, moron

And get your Flo-Jo on, be gone

Niggas is fake, your teams faker, scared to rep without ya

And they spit at ya car scared, trying to jet without ya

That ain’t a throwback, your jersey just old, black

Yo, that shit is tore back

You sucka niggas, ain’t gon' stunt on G’s

Ya’ll lucky, I ain’t impressed

Know I got my gun on me, murder at the mothery

Cross my heart, hoping you dying

One shot, your whole head red, you Conan O’Brien, bitch

We incredible…

We done shit you never do…

We incredible…

We too many steps ahead of you…

Alotta muthafuckas get in the booth

Start talking bout shit that they shouldn’t like snitching is cute

These rap niggas get on my nerve

I’m bout to slap niggas up, Rock, give me the word (get 'em!)

I’m straight wild and I like drugs

Wanna battle?

8 Mile or the Fight Club

I’m type bugged, need S.S.I

Marijuana, Hennessey, duke, I guess I’m high, listen

I will Rick James your ho and go broke in the city

Me, my wife, your bitch sniffing coke on the titty

Listen, we back in the building

Fuck rap, got a, package of crack for your children

Take it back when I was rapping in Tilden, trying to get us a deal

It’s on, now, muthafucka, it’s real

It’s Sean, now, duke, the Ruck is still my nickname

Heltah Skeltah, bitch, ain’t shit change

You niggas can never, never ever, hang, don’t try now

Dog, you barely there like Mannie Fresh eyebrows

So pipe down or die now, I ain’t battling

Fuck rapping, bring 'em to Sachmen, let gats embarass 'em

You can catch me on Bristol and Blake, ripping the eight

Selling blow, smoking 'dro, and the feeling is great

To all my animal lovers, you feeling this ape?

Cop the album, start feeling the tape

Just in case, I’m renaming both of my hands Laxative and Colonic

They ah, smack shit out any nigga who want it

My guns rock and roll but only with 'ink you bust'

You left 'stained' in a 'puddle of mud', cuz you think you tough, I’m a Monster

Yo, unleash the piece, and spank you, boy

Bong, release the Beast, I’m Hank McCoy

Used to take 'x man', and show no hoes love

Now I let the skit blam at them so called thugs