Artist: Heltah Skeltah Album: Nocturnal Song: Soldiers Gone Psycho Typed by: ThaLyriczFinisha@Yahoo.Com [Ruck] Straight from the under, I make niggaz wonder Why, I tap jaws, rock black eyes See I, know nothing about things I be doing Lives I ruin, in this here shit we persuing My parabellum means swelling, cerebellum when we dwelling The caucazoid, you void, my niggaz rebellin' Who in the hell ever, said you can dwell wether Or not, I sever your knot, with the shots so whatever I What, you don't wanna battle me, battle me, that'll be The day my whole posse rushes your monkey ass like Cato G True warrior, conquerer, takin' flights, yo Watch a nugget, I love it when niggaz on sight [Chorus: Heltah Skeltah] Will all true warriors in the house say "I" Say "I", if you not scared to die You can look a nightmare square in the eye, say "I" Soldiers gone pyscho, why? [Rock] I be your Boot Camp, veteran, faggots know better than To test me, see I gets nasty like hedicin So who say, not me, or Ruck gon' be Saddam Boy, you moms should of warned you about a walking time bomb I breaks arms and legs, and straight up I bend that ass So semi in that Henny, and we punk for me to bash 'em Then ask Ruck, the irrational, here to bash a few To, after who, you, whose your face to crack the brew Then laugh at you, what's the, matter, dudes Walking through my avenue, flappin' about You wanna battle, dude, have a capitol That'll do that ass a little justice Don't fuck with the mothafuckin' Rock and the Ruckness [Chorus] [Ruck] So all true warriors in the house say "I" If you scared to die, then punk, don't reply The year born copper, I sworn to devour The unjustice crush the ones who are cowards So act like it can't happen... Act like the Originoo Gunn's don't be Clappin' When the bitch ruckus reacting I slap fools, relax with tools in my presence Cuz that ain't shit, because your murder is the essence So who wanna come test this champion sound? Can't go un'ground, with the lyrics that pound Profound is the way that I talk, plus Muthafuckin' stoned is the way of my walk, what [Rock] Your jaw's up for grabs, beef, I'm bringin' Swingin', right to left, side, gets wrecked You think I'mma ass, money, don't hold ya breath Let's, take this move, the dungeon to darkness When guns bark, it's war for real, kid, don't start this Rockness, Monsta, stomp ya, braids in Never changing, forever face rearrangin' Your gamin', the game, kid, you know that shit don't work So bring ya game here, and get ya stupid ass hurt No under dirt, we won't lay that, don't say jack I can get ya back sprayed, or ya face smacked And my black Smif-N-Wessun, that'll show me foldin' Now who want come and test the champion, Boot Camp'ion' Soldier [Chorus 2X]