geto boys - action speaks louder than words lyrics
[operator]
too black records
[james a. smith]
yeah, this is jay
[operator]
hold on, jay
[too black records representative]
hey jay, long time no hear, man, what’s up?
[james a. smith]
say man
people been kicking around a lot of hoe sh-t in my ears
[too black records representative]
is that right?
[james a. smith]
yeah, it upsets me to hear a world cl-ss wreckin’ crew
“h-m-s-xual” disrespect some real soldiers
[too black records representative]
what time it is then, right?
[james a. smith]
it’s time to mix 5th ward, south park and 69th curbs
and really let a m-th-f-cka know
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[scarface]
roll ’em up and i smoke ’em
tried to break, so i broke ’em
busted his -ss in the head, that’s when i grabbed him and choked him
i’m on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin’ sh-t
comes back with a body blow, hittin’ hard as a f-ckin’ brick
don’t f-ck with the mastermind, i’ma tell you like that
cause i’m the type of n-gg- that’ll still you with a b-mper jack
better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
then commence to beat on your head to the m-th-f-ckin’ fact
i’m ragin’ like manson, i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ thriller
friday 13th’s my birthday, so i was a born killer
brought up as a trouble kid, devious sh-t’s what i shoulda did
mom had an abortion with me, but a n-gg- lived
i don’t fear losin’ life, ’cause life just lost me
shadow of death keeps followin’ me and i can’t get him off me
two years of my life were spent in a mental health
i’m a threat to society, then again to my f-ckin’ self
i’m losin’ my f-ckin’ mind, my veins begin swellin’
“kill that m-th-f-cka!” i hear voices in my head yellin’
me get caught in a cross, that’s absurd
your head is a tennis ball and i’m about to serve
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ganksta nip]
body bags in the bushes, see, i tried to tell ’em
i just hope pretty soon that somebody smell ’em
my lyrics get deeper and deeper
mack 10, twelve gauge, tec-9 plus a street sweeper
n-gg-, ganksta nip’s in the house
time i see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce
been poor all my life, so i reach for the sky
i regret i was born, i can’t wait ’till i die
and leave blood on the curtain
fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain
i kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water
peace to rodney king, i got they -ss in slaughter
insane is what i am
i’m like silence of the m-th-f-ckin’ lambs
ganksta nip ain’t no bragger-boaster
migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster
step in my face, i’ll commence the hittin’
9 milli ain’t bullsh-ttin’
down with seag from the 69th curbs
tell ’em, triple 6 (action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[willie d]
well, first of all.
i shock ’em and clock ’em and pop ’em and drop ’em, flop ’em, then i mop ’em
in they m-th-f-ckin’ tracks is where i stop ’em
unless you down with a bl–dy nose
save the cussin’ and fussin’ and pointin’ fingers for them hoes
talk is cheap, i catch your -ss on the sneak
and hit you everywhere but under your feet
think it’s a game when it ain’t
i’m lettin’ you talk, but b-tch, i’ll knock yo lips off
and get ready for your kinfolk
your little sister be the first one to get smoked
then i grab your grandma by her weave hair
and whip her old -ss with that wooden leg she wear
i’m from the bl–dy 5th and that’s it, trick b-tch
you don’t know who you’re f-ckin’ with
i break this ten and a half so deep in your -ss
that you’ll be lookin like a f-ggot on the rag
i’m goin for bam like scarface and nip
what they leave of your -ss willie d gonna rip
all of that m-th-f-ckin’ talkin’ is for the birds
i do this ’cause action speaks louder than words
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[seagram]
time to be accounted for the all-words sp-nk
counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps
talkin’ real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya
i show your punk -ss, n-gg-, better than i can tell ya
signin’ checks that your punk -ss can’t cash
got your alb-m cover full of punks wearin’ ski masks
who ain’t never felt froggish, you won’t leap
barkin’ like a bear and bitin’ like a flea
busters, straight suckers, m-th-f-ckas
donald goines-readin’–ss want to be hustlers
it’s seag from oakland, the one who lays order
quit lyin’ to kick it and make a run for the border
willie d, bushwick, scarface and ganksta nip
gave me the tip on the n-gg-s yappin’ lip
too black hooked me, lil’ jay booked me
shakin ’em, breakin ’em, makin and takin ’em fakin’ f-ckin’ rookies
and all that loud sh-t, n-gg-, don’t start
they’ll find your -ss chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart
fools awake and give praise to the dark lord
bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards
straight from the alleys of cali, 69th curbs
is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
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