M.F.C. Lawz Lyrics by Heltah Skeltah

  • Album Release Date: 1998
  • Features : {Outlawz,”Doc Holiday”}

Yeah, Heltah Skeltah (Outlawz)
MFC, almighty
Ruck, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ruck]
I spit the vocab (vocab) while most fags, go grab
Notepads and brag about they bitch coach bag
I’m layin’ in the cut, ready to blast and twist
Any nigga who be thinkin’ I’m a pacifist
Yo’ ass get this, know you couldn’t last in this
When yo’ ass felt the force of the Magnum bitch
Yo drag this dick, head nigga out the car
Smack ’em up with the heater, give his face some scars
I hate when y’all, niggas try to disrespect
Techniques, next week I will disconnect
Your fuckin’ head of your shoulder, when the dread come below the
Boom, black been pullin’ mad shit from his holster
Smack ya with accurate lyric blow ya transistor
On your radio they don’t know shit about the inflict-ster
Know y’all niggas slept on, me so I crept on
The Ave., then the mack left more buried than Steffon
Yes y’all (hahahahahaha) Who the best in the indusphere
In the vicini’y nigga that disagree than send ’em here
Plenty years, I been puttin’ motherfuckin’ plenty fear
In the heart of these bitch ass niggas when my semi tear
Who we be?
We be the B double O-T-C,-A-M-P
Who we be?
We be the O-U-T-L-A,-W-Z

[Verse 2: Rock & Young Noble]
Livin’ this hell like the Skeltah
Who can I trust
[Young Noble]
Move emotionless
Puffin’ this vibe we got among us
I’m sick of niggas livin’ legal
So we got some Outlawz
[Young Noble]
Switch to South paw
Mad niggas gon’ get punched in they mouth hard
[Young Noble]
I got y’all
Snatchin’ guilty tactics ’cause you’re average
Straight up faggots
My Mag spin to make a nigga back flip
[Young Noble]
Attack shit like some full blooded pitts for sin
With tens aimed at your rims (?)
[Young Noble]
Made man with a vengeance I’ll make you late for attendance
Now I get so stupid
Niggas couldn’t complete full sentences
[Young Noble]
We livin’
Every single day at full speed, full breed, thugs be
Fuck with this, you bleed (you bleed)
Now we’re keepin’ best act boy at Alcatraz
[Young Noble]
Out for cash
Moreno brought it down blast
[Young Noble]
Original gun clap niggas, fuck these rap niggas
And these rats out for cheese (?)
[Young Noble]
What they need is all together
All my thugs is to perform
If you ain’t down for the cause
You can get the fuck off
[Young Noble]
Ya see the moral of the song
Is get paid and move on
If you ain’t down for the cause
You can get the fuck off
[Young Noble]
Crooked cops and politicians
Tryin’ to lead the people more
Y’all ain’t down for the cause
You can get the fuck off
[Young Noble]
Every day I wake
Thank the lord, I made it to the mall
Livin’ strong and get it on
You can get the fuck off
[Verse 3: Storm]
5:49 in the AM, situation mayhem
Situation made him
Took his last step
Crooked came watch his life end
Bury ’em
In the game of who’s applause
Heltah Skeltah made it on
Till them thug nation Outlawz
Follow course
If you ain’t free ya fall
Hit ’em up, one-by-one, crew-by-crew, fuck ’em all
Say Napoleon stay strong
Steady eyes, perfect shot
You got a 9 inch bitch?
I got a 9, hollow point
Just to fuck on some playback shit
When y’all can cock
You make enemies for what
And I ain’t stoppin’ till you die
Shit is hot like the weed spot on Amsterdam
Consume your made man
Before your whole plans gotta be revenge
Ah no dance to this
Let Jehovah be ya witness
Another life as long as Michelle
Mind of the instend
Thug, so it is to see
Washed in the blood I bleed
‘Cause the real war shit is movin’ fast
[Verse 4: Napoleon & Doc Holiday]
We Operating Under Thug Lawz As Warriorz
Doc Holiday let’s stock ’em up
They get in the line so fuck ’em up
They talk to much, but don’t wanna bust
[Doc Holiday]
Yo Napoleon, why these niggas trippin’
Greedy bad boy made ’em slippin’
We in Cali (?)
We make it side to side
Ain’t doin’ it right
For my poor dad
Bitch all my life
[Doc Holiday]
And the true life
These true gods
Stick you up like (?)
These partners
And MC Outlawz his highness
When these sneakers behind us
Best stress out to find us
[Doc Holiday]
Who,ho mind yourself
And your help
Damage when I get the belt
When your bailed
Fuck your belt
[Doc Holiday]
I let you jam
Life’s a bitch
[Doc Holiday]
Never then
Never leave no evidence
[Doc Holiday]
Confident, take you fore them presidents

[Outro: Rock & Outlawz]
[Young Noble]
We ain’t to steal
Forever ride
[Young Noble]
Why not?
Mad as fuck
‘Cause I can get the Niggas out for your pride
[Young Noble]
While I’m Young Noble
I represent for my young soldiers
No doubt we cabbin’ to tore shit
And all shit is over

[Voice of intro]
Heltah Skeltah
Doc Holiday
What what

Nigga, you don’t like what the fuck you heard
So you can get the fuck off
And Makaveli rest in peace
Makaveli the Don
Killa Kadafi thug in peace

Chorus till fade

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