Chicka Woo (feat. Mike Stewart) Heltah Skeltah

[ruck]
Fuck you bitch, word up
It ain't all about you, huh?
Trying to make shit happen, fuck you

Aiyyo we fight every night, now that's not kosher
I reminisce with bliss, before eshkoshkah
We was closer, later on you was supposed ta
Be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks
Every day it get worse, than the day before
Maybe you're, actin too, immature
Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure
Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door..

Ahh, motherfuck you
Playin, youknowhati'msayin?
The fuck I look like huh?
One of these bitch ass niggas in the street huh?
You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means
And mean what he say
When I say I'm lookin at the door bitch I'm obvious
Straight up and down
The fuck I look like to you huh what?

And when you wit your friends I slide to the side
Until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God cipher divine
When i, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came
To an understanding that you underhanded and lame
I should play some stuck-up rapper role
And get foul everytime you lose control
But that's not my order of operation
Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population
But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta
B so I can't c you in my future
And I don't think that I can take it anymore
Y'all know the rest.. the four-four