Rock (Heltah Skeltah) – F.O.H. Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Listen...
I'm on the loose again
Superfriends, soon to win
The sum of these three letters'll tell you what you are in
Bullshit niggas should model in Chicago jerseys
The game needs Sprite -- y'all so thirsty (drink up!)

Obey that, play that straight crack rock
Code name "Katraz" -- Alkatraz, you don't escape that
A nigga you can believe in, I'm still scheming
To take over this world while getting brain from that Pinky bitch

Matter of fact, Kakey; that bitch'll make me lose it
Ball juice all over the place, skeet skeet

But I digress; my quest
Is to make you associate real shit with flyness
Flies nest on shit, fuck it, it ain't tough
Show Plies he ain't gotta sound stupid to sound gangsta
Sweaty palm niggas with heavy cronz
Drop the ball when you need 'em to rep for y'all
FuckOuttaHere

[Hook]
We don't believe you. You need more people (F.O.H.)
We don't believe you. You need more people (You say ya sket gon bang)
We don't believe you. You need more people (Ya set won't break)
We don't believe you. You need more people (I guess yall all get dat cake)
You can tell'a industry dat... or tell'a streets dat
Do I believe dat? NO SIR!!
We don't believe you. You need more people (FuckOuttaHere)
We don't believe you. You need more people

[Verse 2]
I know deception all too well
Ya lidu tricks n schemes dont surprise me

I'm a con & who gon' shock a con? Ain't nobody
Why waste charges on you suckers? You ain't nobody
Plus da cops can't prove it if it ain't no body
Yo Arc, dey say dey insane but dem hoes quite weak
I ain't fooled -- I know karazy I don't know Karate
Half retarded, if you ask me, slow probably
Its fever hot in this jungle but ain't no Spike Lee
Its just M-Monstaz, Beassiz, animals, demons
Gorillas n leaches, motherfucking machines, bitch
Dey dont want no street shit, keep it industry
I'm just wishing a nigga would -- Jay Bo Y.B. clik
Bang; I'm trynna get rich -- lame, stay away from me
Weak niggas food -- when Im broke dey look like steak to me
I am way more den a mere bit streeter den you
It ain't a prank when'm heaters to you!!
FuckOuttaHere

[Hook]

[Outro]
Just fuckin witchall..
But i ain't fuckin witchall
We don't believe you niggas
You ain't foolin nobody!!!
Real talk
Uhuh uhuh uhuh uhuh uhuh uhuh
Uhuh uhuh uhuh uhuh
Jay made it a hot line
I made it a hot song. Rock On!!

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