Rock (Heltah Skeltah) - Bridge Boys lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Rockness, what up? Ron Browz, what up? Staten Island, what up? Hanz, what up? Apple, what up? Time to go in, hah Ch'yeah [Verse 1: Method Man] Feel the tension when I walk into a room Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' to a goon Been a problem since them oldheads was snortin' off the spoon Half you rappers gettin' short bread and offered Lorna Doones Put a ratchet on your forehead, I'm talkin' to baboons I remain a Major Payne if you ain't part of my platoons I'm a warhead, you know, big explosion with the 'shroom It's the sandman, they hopin' I dont show up with the broom That's a sweeper They knockin' at your door, that's the reaper With lead arms all around your head, that's a sleeper Rappers paranoid, that's the reefer I mean if she a bad broad and let you raw dog, that's a keeper My sisters, they don't rock with my dad, my moms either Now I'm here with Rock, I'ma dad with mom's features Ironic, I never make a threat that I couldn't promise Be honest, I'm dope and I ain't never spoke ebonics [Chorus: Kash Verrazano] The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo) Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it) But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous) The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo) Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded) Just for the n***as that hate it (n***as that hate it) [Verse 2: Rock] 1010 WINS, hindsight's 20/20 Thirty-thirty up in 40/40, light somethin' ugly It's a fifty-fifty chance n***as gon' die over nothin' Get hit, sit calm, n***a, try somethin' funny Road warrior, Musa almost got locked up abroad Heard you snitchin' on b**hes, dude, you locked up a broad Maybe Jamaican fakin' but you would not, no reward Cla** by myself but I am not no schoolboy I'm not a mama's boy but I am my mama's boy For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my Almond Joy I ain't no boy scout but your boy scout your boy like a scout and report Put one in your boy's scalp (Boom) Meth'll manhandle your man and you I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap, blam dude Don't get your hands dirty, son Son gon' do his whole fam dirty Word to P and Dirty [Chorus: Kash Verrazano] The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo) Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it) But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous) The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo) Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded) Just for the n***as that hate it (For the n***as that hate it, yeah)